Glow of Their Chosen God

[Verse 1]
Cold air
thick with recycled fever
Every shout
circles back, comes cheaper
Every doubt
buried quick, grim reaper
Eyes up
for the glow of a keeper
Faces lit
by the glow of their chosen god
Blue light
cutting through the fog
Thumbs pray
to a feed in a shaking hand
Timeline scroll
like a held-up holy strand
[Chorus]
Glow of their chosen god
(amen, amen)
Everybody nods in the chemical dawn
Hands up, screens in the air
like faith on demand
Scroll that rosary
beads in your hand
Glow of their chosen god
(again, again)
We all sync up when the kick comes in
Pray to the image
forget who you are
Lost in the light
of a handheld star
[Verse 2]
Cheap grace
in a paid-up filter
Warm praise
from a stranger drifter
Heart rate
to the algorithm rhythm
Sin saved
in a limited edition
You dance
but you're tethered to the altar
You stand
but the pixels make you smaller
One more share
for a blessing in the comments
One more glare
from the mirror in the darkness
[Chorus]
Glow of their chosen god
(amen, amen)
Everybody nods in the chemical dawn
Hands up, screens in the air
like faith on demand
Scroll that rosary
beads in your hand
Glow of their chosen god
(again, again)
We all sync up when the kick comes in
Pray to the image
forget who you are
Lost in the light
of a handheld star
[Bridge]
Breathe in
recycled fever
Breathe out
it follows deeper
Say my name
to the glass, to the glass
(are you there?
do you care?)
Then the room goes black
when the battery cracks
[Chorus]
Glow of their chosen god
(amen, amen)
Everybody nods in the chemical dawn
Hands up, screens in the air
like faith on demand
Scroll that rosary
beads in your hand
Glow of their chosen god
(again, again)
We all sync up when the kick comes in
Pray to the image
forget who you are
Lost in the light
of a handheld star

Dark, pulsing techno house with a hypnotic 4-on-the-floor, metallic percussion, and a growling bassline. Male vocals, half-whispered on verses, opening into a chant-like, rave-ready hook. Sparse, echo-drenched phrases in the breakdown, then a hard, rising filter sweep into the final chorus. Subtle vocoder doubles and distant crowd shouts for a claustrophobic, warehouse-at-dawn feel., rosary, techno