They worship the screen, the digital shrine
Demanding purity while rotting inside
But I know, the saints are all sinners with halos for show, the sins are forgotten the moment you let go
I pray for my failure, I beg for my blood but heaven stays silent the gates remain shut
Hallelujah my soul
Been crucified for letting go
Hallujah I know
Some day you praise what you hate
And suffer exemplary
Whoa
They mark the forgotten, they spit on the weak
Brave new saviours tell you just how to think
Worship a screen, a digital shrine
Demanding purity while rotting inside but saints always sin
Hallelujah my soul
Been crucified for letting go
Hallujah I know
Some day you praise what you hate
And suffer exemplary
Whoa
I was the outcast, the ghost of my muse
The artist who's buried beneath accused
Now I'm a fire they'll never contain
Hallelujah for my soul
Hallelujah just let go
Hallelujah praise the son
Hallelujah broken one
Hallelujah my soul
Been crucified for letting go
Hallujah I know
Some day you praise what you hate
And suffer exemplary
Whoa
