Siriusly? Part I Eastern Sky, Just Constellations

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Siriusly? Just Constellations

Verse 1 — Virgo

Do you seriously believe
a virgin had a baby?
It was just a story based on Virgo,
sold as sacred truth.

They turned a pattern in the heavens
into a story they called divine.
Then wrote it down as holy truth,
and made the world believe the lie.

Chorus

No blood for constellations,
no war for the silent sky.
Why do we kill each other
over stories drawn in light?

No blood for constellations,
no truth is worth that price.
The sky never asked for sacrifice,
no god should need our lives.

Verse 2 — Orion / Sirius / Solstice Sun

Do you seriously believe
three kings found God’s Son?
Sirius rose in the eastern sky,
a light as the day was gone.

Orion’s belt kept watch above,
pointing toward the morning Sun.
They turned the birth of winter’s Sun
into God’s holy Son.

Chorus

No blood for constellations,
no war for the silent sky.
Why do we kill each other
over stories drawn in light?

No blood for constellations,
no truth is worth that price.
The sky never asked for sacrifice,
no god should need our lives.

Verse 3 — Son / Sun / Zodiac

Do you seriously believe
God’s Son had twelve disciples?
It was just the Sun above,
passing through twelve zodiac signs.

They turned the zodiac into saints,
the heavens into law.
Then killed beneath a holy name
for symbols that they saw.

Bridge

They ask for evidence from doubt,
but never from belief.
They sell us heaven, sell us fear,
then call the chains relief.

Maybe it started as wisdom,
rules to keep the tribe alive.
But wisdom turned to scripture,
and scripture turned to knives.

Final Chorus

No blood for constellations,
no war for the silent sky.
Why do we kill each other
over stories drawn in light?

No blood for constellations,
no holy truth worth human lives.
The sky was silent from the start,
the gods were born inside our minds.

No blood for constellations,
no war for stories in the sky.
If heaven needs the blood of men,
then heaven was a lie.

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❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ My Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/artist/7dugZ5JQpAyfLERDMZj4kA My YouTube : https://youtu.be/BzgjNfu78Lg ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Siriusly? Just Constellations Verse 1 — Virgo Do you seriously believe a virgin had a baby? It was just a story based on Virgo, sold as sacred truth. They turned a pattern in the heavens into a story they called divine. Then wrote it down as holy truth, and made the world believe the lie. Chorus No blood for constellations, no war for the silent sky. Why do we kill each other over stories drawn in light? No blood for constellations, no truth is worth that price. The sky never asked for sacrifice, no god should need our lives. Verse 2 — Orion / Sirius / Solstice Sun Do you seriously believe three kings found God’s Son? Sirius rose in the eastern sky, a light as the day was gone. Orion’s belt kept watch above, pointing toward the morning Sun. They turned the birth of winter’s Sun into God’s holy Son. Chorus No blood for constellations, no war for the silent sky. Why do we kill each other over stories drawn in light? No blood for constellations, no truth is worth that price. The sky never asked for sacrifice, no god should need our lives. Verse 3 — Son / Sun / Zodiac Do you seriously believe God’s Son had twelve disciples? It was just the Sun above, passing through twelve zodiac signs. They turned the zodiac into saints, the heavens into law. Then killed beneath a holy name for symbols that they saw. Bridge They ask for evidence from doubt, but never from belief. They sell us heaven, sell us fear, then call the chains relief. Maybe it started as wisdom, rules to keep the tribe alive. But wisdom turned to scripture, and scripture turned to knives. Final Chorus No blood for constellations, no war for the silent sky. Why do we kill each other over stories drawn in light? No blood for constellations, no holy truth worth human lives. The sky was silent from the start, the gods were born inside our minds. No blood for constellations, no war for stories in the sky. If heaven needs the blood of men, then heaven was a lie.

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