Title: Plastic Hallelujah [Verse 1] Sunday smile in a rented suit, Hands held high in these polished boots. They say “come as you are,” but I know that lie, ‘Cause I taped my cracks just to qualify. Neon cross in a smoke-stained sky, Cheap stained glass over bloodshot eyes. They sell peace like a branded cure, But the fine print says “never sure.” [Pre-Chorus] I mouth the words, but I don’t feel saved, Just a barcode stamped on a borrowed faith. [Chorus] Plastic hallelujah on my tongue, Tastes like dust and TV reruns. You say I’m healed if I just believe, But your god don’t come when I can’t breathe. Plastic hallelujah in my throat, Choking on every line you wrote. If the truth is somewhere past this view, Let me tear straight through to something true. [Verse 2] Pass that plate like a silent threat, Buy your way out of old regrets. They call doubt “a storm you ride on through,” But it feels like I’m the storm to you. Choir sings in a perfect key, While I fall flat where you can’t see. You want clean hands, I got rust and tar, You want a shining soul, I’m just scar. [Pre-Chorus] You preach about light, but I see the wires, Stage-smoke faith and rented choirs. [Chorus] Plastic hallelujah on my tongue, Tastes like guilt I never outrun. You say I’m whole if I play my part, But your
