Intro – Mock Preacher / Stage Scene
(Crowd murmur, faint organ)
“YEAH, WELCOME TO THE CHURCH SERVICE!
Take a seat, take a selfie, don’t be nervous.
Rules for your clothes, rules for your hair,
Rules for your pain — oh wait, don’t share.
We clap on the beat, raise hands in the air,
But if you bleed in the pews? — we don’t care.
Preach about grace, but it sounds rehearsed,
’Cause we forgot that the last shall be first.”
(Beat explodes — distorted bass)
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Hook – Chaotic Chant
Clap your hands if you’re holy, lie through your teeth,
Bible in your left hand, dagger beneath.
Talk about grace but you choke on pride,
Christ’s in the gutter with the ones denied.
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Verse 1 – Hypocrisy
Tie too tight, fake smiles in a row,
Stage lights bright but the Spirit don’t show.
Pass the plate, mask on tight,
Homeless outside can’t come in tonight.
“Love thy neighbor”? you whisper and hiss,
Turned the church to a clique — how holy is this?
Jesus broke bread with the crooked and flawed,
We build thrones instead of lifting God.
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Spoken Skit – Immigration Satire
(Beat drops low, crowd faint)
“GET OUT OF MY COUNTRY!” they yell,
Cross on the wall, Bible to sell.
“You’re stealin’ our jobs, takin’ our pay!”
But you ain’t in those fields workin’ all day.
Funny, huh? Borders and walls,
God made the world — gave it to all.
(Mob chant fades: “GET OUT! GET OUT!”)
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Verse 2 – Struggle
I ain’t clean, I ain’t pure, I’m scarred,
Prayed for peace but the silence is hard.
Bills pile high, sleep runs thin,
Grace still whispers, “You can begin.”
Better raw in the dirt with mercy on me,
Than polished in a pew where the blind can’t see.
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Bridge – Screamo / Callout
EVEN IF THE FIRE BURNS ME ALIVE,
EVEN IF HEALING NEVER ARRIVES,
I WON’T FAKE SMILES OR BOW TO YOUR STYLE,
MY GOD BREAKS TEMPLES — BEEN DOIN’ IT AWHILE.
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Final Hook – Hopeful
Clap your hands if you’re holy, lie through your teeth,
Bible in your left hand, dagger beneath.
But the cross ain’t about what you hide inside,
It’s mercy for the broken and the ones denied.
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Outro – Hopeful Call
“This ain’t a courtroom — it’s a hospital bed.
The Gospel ain’t power if the hungry ain’t fed.
We’re called to love loud, not run and divide —
Tear down the walls, let the wounded inside.”
(Whispered: “Amen.”)
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