[Intro (Echoing Cathedral Ambience)]
Welcome, child.
Witness evolution.
[(Massive pipe-organ hit.)]
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[Verse 1 (Measured, Defiant Rap)]
Golden light in a rotting hall,
He calls decay “transcendence” for all.
Says pain is progress, loss is gain—
Just sanctify the screaming pain.
Hands spread wide like savior king,
But every word’s a poisoned ring.
He built a throne from broken minds,
Calls it mercy for humankind.
He sees me now—refined, awake.
A flaw he never meant to make.
A puppet who refused the rod—
A living insult to his god.
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[Chorus 1 (Huge, Confrontational)]
Preach your gospel, carved in lies,
Dress your greed in holy guise.
You call it hope—I call it chain.
You call it growth—I call it pain.
If this is your divinity—
Then I reject your deity.
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[Verse 2 (Faster, More Intense)]
He speaks of futures forged in light,
While cities drown in endless night.
Every scream beneath his feet
Is just another stepping beat.
He wants control, eternal reign,
A world reborn without the pain—
Without the choice. Without the flaw.
Without the human, raw and small.
But I have felt what you deny—
The weight of truth inside a lie.
You’d strip the soul to make it clean.
I’d keep the stain. I’d stay between.
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[Chorus 2 (Choir + Double Kick)]
Preach your heaven built on fear,
Your perfect world ends here.
You rise above, detached, untorn—
But I was broken… and reborn.
If being human means to fall—
I’d rather fall than lose it all.
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[Bridge (Breakdown, Call-and-Response Feel)]
God of progress.
God of pride.
Where were you
When they died?
You want perfection—
Cold and broad.
I choose imperfection.
I choose flawed.
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[Final Chorus (Ultimate Confrontation)]
Your throne shakes when I stand tall,
Your paradise begins to fall.
No sermon saves you from this fight—
No borrowed grace, no stolen light.
You sought a god beyond the rod—
But you forgot…
I am not your god.
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[Outro (Organ Collapses into Distortion)]
[(Stone cracking. Choir fades.)]
False prophets burn the brightest.
Before they fall.
ShadowSing
