They call from the water, Voices sweet as prayer… But I see the teeth behind the light. Golden halos made of lies, Honey drips from poisoned skies. They sing of grace, they sing of peace, But every word cuts deep beneath. Come on home, child, come on home… Lay your sins where the river flows… I ain’t no saint, but I ain’t blind, The devil’s choir sounds mighty kind. Their hymn is warm, their hands are cold, They steal your soul, then call it gold. Hallelujah… come be free! Hallelujah… down by the sea! I’m the beast they warned about, No sin in truth, no shame, no doubt. You call me wicked, but I’m free — ’Cause I know what’s drownin’ me.
