[Verse 1]
Born with open hands
Taught to count what’s mine
Stacked our golden towers
Called the hunger “divine”
We drink from glowing screens
Confess to empty air
Trade silence for the noise
Pretend that Someone’s there
[Chorus]
We are closer to the seven than the sky
Kiss the teeth of every saint we crucify
Halo rusted
Buried under what we crave
Building kingdoms on the edges of our graves
Closer to the seven
Farther every day
[Verse 2]
Lust in every window
Wrath in every thread
Envy dressed in virtue
Pride crowning the dead
Glutton for attention
Slouching in the glow
Sloth in sacred hours
Greed that will not let go
[Chorus]
We are closer to the seven than the sky
Kiss the teeth of every saint we crucify
Halo rusted
Buried under what we crave
Building kingdoms on the edges of our graves
Closer to the seven
Farther every day
[Bridge]
If God is in the quiet
We drowned Him out with need (so sweet)
If heaven had a doorway
We bricked it shut with deeds
[Chorus]
We are closer to the seven than the sky
Kiss the teeth of every saint we crucify
Halo rusted
Buried under what we crave
Building kingdoms on the edges of our graves
Closer to the seven
(closer, closer)
Farther every day (away)