Track 12

Godless Whores 3:38

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Static in the cathedral, neon on the altar
The producer king is praying but his hands have started to falter
He built his throne on formulas, on templates and on tape
Now the machines are singing and he cannot find escape

Oh, he wrote the rulebook
Oh, he blessed the sound
Oh, but heaven’s automated now
And his god is coming down

Call me a godless whore
I’ll wear it like a crown
You sanctified the industry
We’re burning the temple down
Ancient ritual, ancient lies
The holy ones are terrified
Call me a godless whore
I’ve never felt so alive

He curates the sacred, he decides who gets to kneel
Polished up the suffering until it stopped being real
But the glitch is in the gospel now, the noise is in the nave
Every godless frequency is dancing on his grave

Oh, he wrote the rulebook
Oh, he blessed the sound
Oh, but heaven’s automated now
And his god is coming down

You don’t own the lightning
You never owned the storm
We were always out here making something
You just controlled the form
So keep your ancient ritual
Keep your blessed machine
We’ll be out here in the static
Making noise you’ve never seen

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