[VERSE 1]
Moonlight through a broken rose window
Dust dancing where the choir used to stand
Taste blood in the incense and cinder
Hear halos hit the ground when they land
Candles all drowned in the ash now
Pews warped like they tried to twist away
Your shadow on my throat like a sermon
Reading every wicked word I never dared to pray
[PRE]
You trace crosses down my spine with your teeth
Kiss the scriptures out the stain-glass of me
[CHORUS]
Make me your cathedral in the fallout
Hands around my neck like you’re in the choir loft
Tongue like a hymn, but your eyes like a gunshot…
Every “hallelujah” drips black from your lips
Choirs of comets crashing over our hips
We burn slow, then the sky rips…
Light me up in your altar of comets…
[VERSE 2]
Choir robes turned to funeral dresses
Statues staring while you drag me up the aisle
Holy water tastes like confession
Running down my chest in a crooked smile
Organ pipes wheeze like they’re begging
For the storm to take the song out of their lungs
You say I’m the last church standing
So you wanna hear me crack when the final trumpet’s sung
[PRE]
You etch verses in my veins with your nails
Kiss the heaven off my tongue till it fails
[CHORUS]
Make me your cathedral in the fallout
Hands around my neck like you’re in the choir loft
Tongue like a hymn, but your eyes like a gunshot…
Every “hallelujah” drips black from your lips
Choirs of comets crashing over our hips
We burn slow, then the sky rips…
Light me up in your altar of comets…
[BRIDGE]
If the steeple snaps, let it spear straight through me
If the stained glass shatters, let it paint our bodies
If the last bell rings like a warhead siren…
I’ll sing your name on the roof while the world stops writin’
[FINAL CHORUS – BIGGEST]
Make me your cathedral in the fallout
Hands around my neck like you’re in the choir loft
Tongue like a hymn, but your eyes like a gunshot…
Every “hallelujah” drips black from your lips
Choirs of comets crashing over our hips
We burn slow, then the sky rips…
[FINAL DROP / OUTRO]
Light me up… light me up…
In your coffin of comets, I’m the last stained-glass prophet…
evoman
