Devil worshipers

Verse 1:

They wave when the sun‘s out smile painted thin, borrow sugar borrow trust them, sharpen the grin crosses on the doorway secrets in the floor say their saints, but I’ve heard that knocked before

Pre-chorus:

whispers through the drywall chanting in disguised truth gets buried when a liar swears the right

Chorus:

you light candles behind the curtains swear your holy in the street say your hands are clean and certain, but your shadows talk you swear you don’t sin like a costume play the role so perfectly but I know the lies. You pray when the door lock and you’re free

Verse 2:

porch lights flicker like a warning sign every “bless you” taste like turpentine yourself. Fear dressed up as fate smile, sweet but you’re fake.

Pre-chorus:

Say my doubt is just a sin, but your truth keeps caving in.

Chorus:

You’re like candles behind the curtains where you’re hole in the streets, say your hands are clean in certain, but your shadows talk. You swear you don’t sin but I know the lies you pray in when the door locks and you’re free you big fat mama June

Bridge (quiet, build)

I’m not scared of you. You’re just fake and I know your lies. If your God needs all these lies maybe truth is on my side.

Final chorus: (bigger, angrier):

Keep your candles. Keep your secrets. Keep your glass. I’d rather stand honest darkness, then live behind a mask you can preach into the silence. Call your poison belief, but don’t call yourself Christian are a devil worshiper.

Outro:

Yeah I see you when the lights go. Low truth has a way of breaking through the floor. Fuck you and your whole family