alternative history (Golden Ratio Gospel)

[Intro] They drew a circle in a dying sky Called the ash a dawn, called the end a law But beneath the smoke where the saints once cried Every buried word still remembers awe [Verse 1] Before the crown, before the war Before the hand that closed the door We read the stars in the oil-black rain We felt the pulse inside the pain Then came the tongue with poison gloss And markets built on nailed-up cross They priced the night, they taxed the breath They sang of life in the key of death Our Father, who art in heaven (breathe) Hallowed be Thy name in the siren's scream Who writes the creed when the pages burn? Who owns the dream when the dead return? Thy kingdom come through the radio hiss Thy will be done in the clenched-up fist A crown can glitter, a lie can preach But truth keeps crawling underneath [Pre-Chorus] I can feel a code behind the story A spiral cut in the marble floor If this maze was built to keep us sleeping Why does my ghost keep asking for more? Give us this day every broken glory Forgive our debts in the data war As we forgive those who sold our breathing Lead us through fire to a different door [Chorus] Alternative history, scripture turned slowly Angels in the rust, demons dressed in gold Perception is a mirror, revelation holy The light inside the witness will not do what it is told Alternative liturgy, storm before the morning Every false horizon hides a burning sun If they weaponize our sorrow every warning We will learn the truth by becoming one [Verse 2] They point at heaven through a haunted screen Code us a cage and call it evergreen One voice says kneel, one voice says fight Both still orbit round the same night I saw a kid draw Earth in blue No borderlines where the blood shined through I saw a cracked hand touch the ground Like a lost prayer finally found Our Father, who art in heaven (low) Hallowed be Thy name in the engine's whine The planet is not a vault for kings It is a choir of unfinished things Thy kingdom come in the floodlit streets Thy will be done where the dark repeats The marrow, the mountain, the seed, the sea All carry a question back to me Who profits when the brothers fade? Who sells the key on a counterfeit blade? Deliver us from the thought so small That we were born just to learn to crawl [Pre-Chorus] I can feel a war behind the story A prayer beneath the reactor floor If this world was wired to keep us bleeding Why does my soul keep asking for more? Give us this day every burned-out glory Forgive our steps on the killing floor As we forgive what we are still needing Lead us through night to a different door [Chorus] Alternative history, scripture turned slowly Angels in the rust, demons dressed in gold Perception is a mirror, revelation holy The light inside the witness will not do what it is told Apocalyptic liturgy, world-edge morning Every broken skyline hides a rising sun If they taught us fear to rule each warning We will meet the end by becoming one [Bridge] Maybe heaven is the courage in the fire Maybe hell is letting mercy die Maybe every lie that bends the human wire Loses charge when we refuse to comply Our Father, who art in heaven Hallowed be Thy name in the siren's choir No throne above us, no beast below us Only choices wearing borrowed choirs Thy kingdom come when the borders break Thy will be done in the faults that quake The soul is older than the empire's choir And love keeps walking through the razor wire [Final Chorus] Alternative history, scripture turned slowly Angels in the dust, demons dressed in gold Perception is a mirror, revelation holy The light inside the witness will not do what it is told Alternative prophecy, let the walls alter Earth beneath our feet, smoke inside our lungs They can shape the record, they can stain the altar But they cannot silence what the soul has sung For Thine is the kingdom in the silent thunder And the power in the broken drum And the glory turning over every number Forever and ever when the trumpets come [Outro] The world remembers every hand The sea remembers every scar Amen in the wreckage, amen in the ember Truth is not a distant kingdom It is who we are