Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Bells in the fog Rust on the cross Candles like eyes Every halo lost [Verse 1] Marble floor, blood red scuff Breath runs short, faith not enough Latin on the wall starts crawling, corrupt Every single sin that I hid kicks up Choir in the rafters, chanting my name Pews all crack as they lean in the frame Stained glass grin with a fracture vein Whole room tilts, something wants my shame Shadows twitch in a stutter-frame loop Necks all bend at a digital swoop Fog in my lungs, taste copper and soot Door slams shut, then the ground goes up [Pre-Chorus] Hear that click World goes glitch Floorboard shifts Veins all itch If this is grace Why’s it burn? Every step I take Spirits churn [Chorus] Welcome to the cathedral of static Where the dead rise slow, automatic Every bell tolls out like panic And the choir screams, cinematic We go up, up, up, no landing All the ghosts in my blood still chanting If you came for peace, that’s tragic This is pure black magic [Verse 2] Eyes in the smoke, sockets full of code Tongues spit bugs, every hymn unloads Pale hands clap on a shattered throne Crown made out of frozen phone tones Body gets light, pulled through the roof Ribs vibrate in a jagged groove Angels fall in a staircase spin Wings glitch out, then they tear my skin Ceiling cracks open, hallway of teeth Every forgotten prayer underneath Footsteps double, I’m my own stampede Pulse in my neck plays a warped LP [Pre-Chorus] Hear that snap Time derails Candles drip Cold on nails If this is truth Why’s it lie? Every breath I take Scrapes the sky [Chorus] Welcome to the cathedral of static Where the dead rise slow, automatic Every bell tolls out like panic And the choir screams, cinematic We go up, up, up, no landing All the ghosts in my blood still chanting If you came for peace, that’s tragic This is pure black magic [Bridge] (I don’t come in peace) I came to drag my doubts to the altar Watch ‘em all melt in voltage and sulfur (I don’t want relief) I want the walls to fold, to falter Let the whole dark heaven get louder, louder [Chorus] Welcome to the cathedral of static Where the dead rise slow, automatic Every bell tolls out like panic And the choir screams, cinematic We go up, up, up, no landing All the ghosts in my blood still chanting If you came for peace, that’s tragic This is pure black magic
Tags
rap, Cinematic horror-trap with male vocals; ominous church bells, distant choir pads, and glitchy risers under the verses. Punchy hybrid drums and snarling distorted bass drive a relentless upward tempo feel. Chorus erupts with full choir stacks, wide synth brass, and sub-shaking hits; constant automation, stutter cuts, and reverse FX keep energy escalating bar by bar., electronic, glitch, theme
Duration
4:01
Instrumental
No
Created
3/1/2026