Verse 1 (Fast / Relentless) Cracked at the altar, teeth clenched, jaw locked, Faith in my lungs but my heart still rocks. Hands still shaking, knees hit tile, Been holding hell for a long, long while. No pretty praise, no stage, no lights, Just midnight prayers in a losing fight. Throat full of fear, still calling His name, If I stop breathing I’ll go insane. I don’t sound holy, I sound torn, Still praise God in the eye of the storm. This ain’t a song, it’s a mayday call, Faith in pieces but I’m standing tall. Every tear hit heavy like lead on the floor, Every word cost pain, then it cost more. I don’t sing loud, I don’t sing clean— I scream belief through broken teeth. (Beat cuts → 808 slams) BRO—KEN—HAL—LE—LU—JAH (yeah) FROM—THE—FLOOR—I—STILL—RAISE—IT—UP Hook (Chanted / Aggressive) Broken hallelujah—teeth clenched, lungs torn Broken hallelujah—faith still born Broken hallelujah—blood on the truth Broken hallelujah—still choosing You Say it cracked, say it raw, say it barely alive Say it weak if it means I survive Heaven don’t move from the polished ones— It shakes when the broken cry out His Son Verse 2 (Faster / Sharper) They praise Him loud when the chains fall off, Where were they at when the pain didn’t stop? I praised Him bleeding, praised Him alone, Praised Him back when the prayers went cold. Joy in the morning? I’m stuck in the night, Still swing faith like it’s dynamite. Devil said quit, said let it die, I said “hallelujah” through a crooked cry. Job lost breath, still spoke His name, Jesus sweat blood, still stayed in the pain. If He cried out and Heaven still listened, Then my cracked praise ain’t missing. Groans preach louder than perfect lines, Tears hit Heaven ahead of time. So I don’t mute this desperate sound— This is worship breaking ground. (Silence → distorted sub drop) THIS—AIN’T—CLEAN THIS—AIN’T—PRETTY THIS—IS—FAITH—WHEN—I—AIN’T—READY Bridge (Half-time / Spoken-Rage) If all I’ve got is breath and scars— Take it. If all I’ve got is Your name in the dark— I’ll break it open. Broken praise still cracks the sky. Broken faith still makes Hell hide. Verse 3 (Final Push / Rapid Fire) Enemy laughs when my voice goes thin, But he don’t know what weakness brings. Power don’t live in the flex or front— It lives in faith when I’ve got none. I don’t need strength to lift His name, I just need truth and a spark of flame. This hallelujah limps, it crawls, Still hits harder than cannonballs. So let it shake, let it snap, let it strain, Let it rise from the wreckage and pain. If perfection never moved the throne, Then this broken sound is coming home. I don’t sing hope, I don’t sing safe, I sing survival, I sing faith. If my voice breaks mid-hallelujah— That’s the moment He moves through ya. (All instruments cut → massive 808 + crash) BROKEN— HAL—LE—LU—JAH (LET IT RING) Outro (Echo / Drowned FX) Still hallelujah… Still breathing… Still here.

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