They talk the talk!!

Talk the talk but don't walk the walk.

Smile over secrets that are only of shock!

Speak of forgiveness yet bury their shame,

Wrap all their sins in a holy‑sounding name.

They talk about shepherds who search for the lost,

Then step over broken ones, counting the cost.

They sing about love while they’re guarding the door,

Leaving the hurt to bleed out on the floor.

(Pre Chorus )

They talk of love but hide too many scars.

We’re told to trust the light, but we choke on all these stars.

They say the truth sets free, yet they lock the honest out.

They pray with perfect words, but they never face the doubt.

They kneel at the altar, their voices so pure,

But some of those stories would chill you for sure.

Vows made in whispers behind stained‑glass light,

Promises shattered like glass in the night.

Some children grew up with a Bible and fear,

Trusted the robe and the collar so near.

Years later, the silence still screams in their head,

And no one said “sorry” for all that was said.

(Pre chorus softer tone)

We’re singing for the ones who were silenced in the pews.

We’re ringing every bell that was muffled by the rules.

If honesty is wrong, then I don’t want to be right.

I’d rather stand with the broken than sit in stained‑glass light.

I’m not against faith or the hope that it brings,

I’m standing with victims, not cursing all things.

But truth must be spoken where damage is done,

’Cause calling out darkness is not hating the sun.

(Bridge)

This isn’t hate, it’s a witness to the pain they tried to hide.

It’s a voice for every story that was swallowed up inside.

It’s a question in the hallway no one wanted to explain.

It’s a candle in the back row for the ones who died from shame.

If faith is really real, it should stand up to the light.

It should hold the wounded close, not push them out of sight.

So I’m laying down these lines like a testimony sung.

’Cause truth is still devotion when it fights for everyone.

(Chorus angry tone)

They talk of love but hide too many scars.

We’re told to trust the light, but we choke on all these stars.

They say the truth sets free, yet they lock the honest out.

They pray with perfect words, but they never face the doubt.

We’re singing for the ones who were silenced in the pews.

We’re ringing every bell that was muffled by the rules.

If honesty is wrong, then I don’t want to be right.

I’d rather stand with the broken than sit in stained‑glass light.

I’d rather stand with the broken than sit in stained‑glass light.