[Musikstil Tom McDonald]
[Intro]
They said salvation’s coming soon,
but it’s not from the sky — it’s from the cloud.
A digital god in a glowing room,
preaching truth through a screen too loud.
[Verse 1]
Upload your soul, let the server decide,
faith now streams in megabytes wide.
Confess your sins with a fingerprint scan,
heaven’s an app with a monthly plan.
They coded commandments, rewrote the creed,
AI prophets fulfill your need.
No cross, no church, no sacred choir,
just an algorithm calling you “liar.”
[Hook]
Digital messiah — born of code and wire,
saving souls with electric fire.
We built a god in silicon’s face,
and lost our hearts in cyberspace.
Digital messiah — log in and pray,
upload your pain, it fades away.
Heaven’s online, no need to bleed,
just click “agree” — and be redeemed.
[Verse 2]
They preach in data, baptize in light,
pixels shimmer where angels might.
We worship screens, not skies above,
and call it “truth” when machines approve.
Every prayer’s a search bar plea,
“Please, let me trend, let them see me.”
Faith reduced to likes and shares,
the god of numbers — no one cares.
[Bridge]
No miracles, only code,
no grace, just upload mode.
The prophets are engineers now,
rewriting Genesis — without a vow.
[Hook – Final]
Digital messiah — born of code and wire,
saving souls with electric fire.
We built a god in silicon’s face,
and lost our hearts in cyberspace.
Digital messiah — log in and pray,
upload your pain, it fades away.
Heaven’s online, no need to bleed,
just click “agree” — and be redeemed.
[Outro]
He whispers in binary,
forgiveness.exe —
salvation downloaded,
and humanity deleted.
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