(Intro)
[(The sound of crackling static, like a bad connection. A throne of stone scrapes loudly. A hard, distorted 808 drops with a thunderclap.)
(Filtered, angry voice)]
Three days in the dark... for THIS? For lukewarm prayers and hashtag-blessings? Unbelievable. You wanted my attention? You got it now.
(Ad-lib) LET'S GO!
(Chorus)
You think this is faith? This lukewarm charade? (Nah!)
A million safe prayers from the people I made! (I made 'em!)
This halo is heavy, my patience is thin!
I'm BORED of your goodness, now GO MAKE A SIN!
Yeah, I'm mad on this throne, just watching you coast! (Coastin'!)
Giving less than the demons and doing the most! (The most!)
You want my attention? You wanna get in?
Then show me a struggle! GO MAKE A SIN!
(Verse 1)
I died on a cross, you just posted a picture
With a filtered-light blessing and some feel-good scripture (It's weak!)
I gave you a fire, you're just kicking up dust
You're polishing halos while your spirit just rusts
I split the whole sea, you won't even make waves
Just tiptoe to Heaven from well-behaved graves
I'm looking for fighters, for passion, for heat!
Not another quiet soul asleep in their seat.
(Chorus)
You think this is faith? This lukewarm charade? (Nah!)
A million safe prayers from the people I made! (I made 'em!)
This halo is heavy, my patience is thin!
I'm BORED of your goodness, now GO MAKE A SIN!
Yeah, I'm mad on this throne, just watching you coast! (Coastin'!)
Giving less than the demons and doing the most! (The most!)
You want my attention? You wanna get in?
Then show me a struggle! GO MAKE A SIN!
(Verse 2)
These hands still have holes in 'em, not for you to applaud!
They're for pulling you out of the mess and the fraud!
Where's the repentance that's born from regret?
You can't have a comeback if you haven't failed yet!
The prodigal son got a feast and a ring! (He did!)
'Cause he came from the gutter, he FELT the damn sting!
You're already home, just pacing the floor
Boring me so much I might lock the damn door!
(Bridge)
I gave you free will. A canvas to paint.
The choice to be a monster, the chance to be a saint.
You gave me beige. You gave me a flat line.
I am the God of REDEMPTION! Give me something of mine to REDEEM!
Give me a reason for all of this grace!
Before I get up and just flip over the place!
[(Outro)
(The beat stutters and breaks down into distorted 808 hits and static.)
(Angry, strained whisper)]
Do something.
Anything.
Show me you're alive.
...Don't make me come down there.
(A final, massive thunderclap cuts to absolute silence.)
