Lyrics

Verse 1:**
*We spoke in ashes, tongues of fire,*
*The streets of Zion drowned in rain.*
*They stoned our prophets, cut the wires,*
*But the whispers stilled the pain.*
*Peter’s shadow cracked the pavement,*
*Ananias lied—we bled his name.*
*Every sermon felt like pavement,*
*Every convert dressed in shame.*

**Chorus:**
*So break my chains with a crown of thorns,*
*Let the jail cells hum your psalms.*
*They’ll shipwreck my bones, but the Spirit storms—*
*We’re ghosts in a world that forgot your scars.*
*The road to Damascus is paved with my doubts,*
*And the blood on my hands won’t wash out.*

**Verse 2:**
*Saul kissed the trigger, breathed the hate,*
*Till the desert struck him blind.*
*Now he writes these letters, late, so late,*
*To the friends he left behind.*
*Lydia’s river runs with mascara,*
*Stephen’s screams still haunt my sleep.*
*We built this church like a grand guignol,*
*But the angels laugh and weep.*

**Bridge:**
*They jailed our hymns in Philippi’s dark,*
*But the earthquakes sing our curse.*
*We’re martyrs stitching broken hearts,*
*With a thimbleful of verse.*
*The Holy Ghost is a flickering match,*
*In a world that hates the spark—*
*We’re the static in the thunder’s crash,*
*The footprints left when the ark departs.*

**Outro:**
*So bury me in Pentecostal dust,*
*Where the wine and bread turn rust.*
*The Father’s tears, the Son’s cold trust,*
*And the Spirit’s *why*…*
*We’re just apostles of the damned,*
*Writing Acts in blood and sand.*