Verse 1
Blue light glow on a concrete floor,
Payroll gods at the warehouse door.
Click, scroll, bow to the algorithm’s tune,
While the rich drink gold by the light of the moon.
Pre‑Chorus
But there’s a crack in the glass, a sound in the wires,
Like a sword through the spin and the bought‑and‑paid choirs.
Chorus
There’s a light between the towers, can you see it break the haze?
Cutting through the neon gospel of the screen‑lit, numbered days.
All their iron words and logos, all their “progress,” all their fame,
Shake when the Living Word of Heaven calls you one sheep by your name.
Verse 2
Talk show priests sell a plastic grace,
“Find yourself” in a branded place.
Witch‑light dressed up as “finding your power,”
While your soul runs dry by the hour after hour.
Pre‑Chorus
Still there’s a voice in the static they can’t quite drown,
Like a Lamb standing calm while the empires fall down.
Chorus
There’s a light between the towers, can you feel it in your bones?
Calling you out of the data, out of the noise and the corporate thrones.
All their evolution stories, all their Babylonian schemes,
Fall flat when the Word made flesh walks straight through your shattered dreams.
Bridge
Not a brand, not a badge, not a chip, not a crown,
Can survive when the King of Kings lays every idol down.
You’ve heard His truth in the dead of night,
Now choose the dark—or step in the light.
Final Chorus
There’s a light between the towers, burning purer than their gold,
For the broke, the bruised, the doubting, not the glitter‑hearted cold.
If you still hear Him, it’s mercy; if you still breathe, it’s not too late.
Come out of the system’s fable—run to the Shepherd before the gate.
Outro
Let the goat play god on a dying throne,
Let the wolf dress up in a righteous tone.
The sheep that hears the Shepherd’s call
Will walk out free when their kingdoms fall.
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