# **Ink Behind the Flame**
### **[Intro]**
**Me:**
Hello, Mr. Bishop, how you doin' today?
Please, have a seat, seems you got a lot you gotta say.
**Bishop:**
*"May the power of Christ compel you!"*
**Me:**
May the power of Christ compel me?
Bring Him in, take a seat... it's your God I wanna meet.
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### **[Verse 1]**
This exorcism feel more like an exercise,
Doin' pushups on the ceiling, got the clergy petrified.
Holy water hit my skin... I just wait and let it dry.
You was waitin' on a miracle... I was waitin' on a sign.
This confession ain't your prettiest, I'm feelin' more insidious.
You're here to judge my sins, but inside you're just as hideous.
You wear your halo for the cameras, hide your devils in the pews.
Funny how your holy house got secrets buried in the truth.
Bet you can't guess my name...
I'm the ink behind the flame.
Appreciate the session... I should probably bill the church.
Like these little name games? Hope they're worth the work.
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### **[Chorus]**
If you wanna judge me, judge me—fine, that's what you like to do.
But if you wanna judge me, that's alright, I can judge you too.
You came to cast the devil out... I came to laugh at you.
Now who's really trapped in here? Tell me, Bishop... who's got who?
Go ahead and read your verses, I can sing 'em word for word.
I've been here since ink met paper... every prayer I already heard.
Throw your cross and holy water, watch me let it dry.
You call this an exorcism... I call it exercise
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### **[Verse 2]**
Go ahead, get your restraints...
Use my blood just like it's paint.
Y'all keep swearin' that you're saints...
Funny how your hands still stain.
Chain me to the altar, nail another cross above my head.
Every verse you throw my way just echoes back instead.
Every candle burnin' lower, every heartbeat gettin' slow.
Funny how the room gets colder every time you lose control.
You keep searchin' through your scriptures tryin' hard to find my face.
Every page another guess... every guess another waste.
You think evil got a birthplace, think you know where all this came—
Bet the stories would've read a little different if they knew my name.
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### **[Bridge]**
**Bishop:**
*"What... what are you?"*
**Me:**
Finally...
That's the first honest question you've asked all night.
*(laughs)*
Thought you came to save a soul?
Looks like you're the one in need.
Funny what the truth'll do
When it finally starts to bleed.
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### **[Final Chorus]**
If you wanna judge me, judge me—fine, that's what you like to do.
But if you wanna judge me, that's alright, I can judge you too.
You came to cast the devil out... I came to laugh at you.
Now who's really trapped in here? Tell me, Bishop... who's got who?
Go ahead and read your verses, I can sing 'em word for word.
I've been here since ink met paper... every prayer I already heard.
Throw your cross and holy water, watch me let it dry.
You call this an exorcism...
I call it exercise
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