Lyrics

Verse 1 (Seeker):**
*I traced Your shadow in the chapel’s dust,*
*Knelt on splinters where the altar rusts.*
*The hymns we sang are just ghosts now, choked,*
*And my prayers feel like smoke in a starless throat.*
*But I’ll crawl this desert, raw and bare,*
*If the drought means You’re somewhere… somewhere.*

**Pre-Chorus (Satan):**
*(Hissed whispers over a detuned guitar)*
*“He’s a fiction of your fragile need,*
*A bedtime tale for the hearts that bleed.*
*His face is stone, His voice—the void,*
*You’re just a joke that the wind destroyed.”*

**Chorus (Seeker):**
***I’m chasing echoes of a name I can’t pronounce—***
*Your love’s a storm, Your silence drowns.*
*The devil’s laugh is a lullaby,*
*But I’ll gouge my doubts till I touch the sky.*
***If hell’s the cost to see Your face—***
*Let me burn, but burn in grace.*

**Verse 2 (Seeker):**
*I dreamt Your breath in the tempest’s teeth,*
*Your hands scarred deep, binding my grief.*
*But dawn betrayed me with an empty bed,*
*Just a Bible verse and a throbbing head.*
*The devil left roses on my windowsill,*
*“*He’s forgotten you. *I never will.”*

**Bridge (Dialogue):**
**Seeker:** *“Are You there? Or am I just a fool,*
*Howling faith to a vacant school?”*
**God:** *“Child, I’m the wound *and* the balm,*
*The silent scream in the Psalm.*
*The dark’s My cloak, not My heart—*
*Press closer though the lies tear apart.”*

**Breakdown (Satan):**
*(Screamed over a wall of distortion)*
***“He let you break! He let you fall!***
***His ‘love’ is just a funeral shroud!***
***You’re Judas in a bloodstained play—***
***He’ll kiss your neck, then look away!”***

**Final Chorus (Seeker):**
***I’ll chase the echo, fight the night’s decay—***
*Your silence hums, but I’ll scream Your name.*
*The devil’s lies are a siren’s cost,*
*But Your scars scream louder than the lost.*
***If hell’s the cost to see Your face—***
*Let me burn, but burn in grace.*

**Outro (Seeker):**
*(Whispered over a broken piano)*
*The doubt’s a thorn, the faith’s a blade,*
*I’ll carve Your name where the serpents sway.*
*Even if You’re just the ache I crave—*
*I’ll seek You true to my borrowed grave