[Verse]
In the confessional booth, spittin' sin like it’s truth,
Shadowboxing my reflection, holy water on the tooth.
Got a choir in the backdrop, halo on the beat,
But my devil’s on the hi-hats, stompin’ with his feet.
Drip from my lips, venom twist, gospel twistin’,
Preacher’s daughter whisperin’, fingers on ignition.
The stained glass crackin’, shatterin’ the calm,
Church bells clashin’—so damn wrong.
[Chorus]
So damn wrong, but it feels so right,
Angels singin’ while I dance with the night.
So damn wrong, but I’m lost in the song,
Hallelujah echoes, I’ve been wild too long.
[Verse 2]
A hymn in the wind, smokin’ psalms from the pages,
Candles flicker, flames mixin' with my rages.
Sermons on my tongue, double-edged and unholy,
Steeple’s shadow stretchin’, streetlights can’t control me.
Choir hummin’ judgment, I’m drownin’ in the sound,
Every step a spiral, I’m heaven-bound or down.
Scriptures on my knuckles, prayers caught in my palm,
The choir wails louder—so damn wrong.
[Chorus]
So damn wrong, but it feels so sweet,
Pulpit of the streets where the sinners meet.
So damn wrong, yet the rhythm’s so strong,
Harmonies of chaos keep me hangin’ on.