HERESY HAZE [Verse 1] You kiss the mirror like it’s gospel truth, Lipstick halos on a sinner’s youth, Every promise tastes like sacrament— Swallow hard, call it innocence. You wear your ruin like a rosary, Count the beads of who you used to be, Heaven’s just a word you learned to fake When silence sounded like a grave. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] They taught you fear in a holy tone, But you found God in the undertow— ⸻ [Chorus] You’ll burn your bible first—watch it blaze, Ash on your tongue in a heresy haze, Kneel to the fire, say you’re saved, say you’re saved— While you drift, drift, drift away. You don’t want heaven if it feels this cold, Sell every truth just to feel in control, Pray to yourself, let the ritual play— Lost in your own little heresy haze. ⸻ [Verse 2] Confession booth with a broken lock, You tell your sins but you don’t get caught, Every absolution counterfeit— God’s not here, but you talk to it. Neon crosses in a bathroom stall, Write your name like it means it all, If love is holy, why does it hurt Like something sacred being unlearned? ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] They drew the line, said “don’t cross this far,” But you made altars out of who you are— ⸻ [Chorus — Repeat] You’ll burn your bible first—watch it blaze, Ash on your tongue in a heresy haze, Kneel to the fire, say you’re saved, say you’re saved— While you drift, drift, drift away. You don’t want heaven if it feels this cold, Sell every truth just to feel in control, Pray to yourself, let the ritual play— Lost in your own little heresy haze. ⸻ [Bridge] If God could see you now—would He look away, Or finally see what you had to become to stay? Is it sin if it keeps you breathing at night, When every prayer feels like picking a fight? So strike the match, let the silence cave, Turn your fear into something you crave— ⸻ [Final Chorus] You’ll burn your bible first—no escape, Truth in the smoke that you couldn’t face, Kneel to the fire like it knows your name— Call it love, call it holy pain. You don’t want heaven if it needs your shame, If grace comes dressed like a blame game, So crown yourself in the flames you made— Saint of your own little heresy haze. ⸻ [Outro] Kneel and pray in your heresy haze… Kneel and pray while it eats your faith…
