Lyrics

(Verse 1)
She came from the smoke of a sermon gone wrong,
Wearing fire like perfume, speaking tongues in song.
Her kiss tasted like judgment, sweet and vile,
Riding barefoot through brimstone for twenty miles.

She said:
"Baby, sin ain't a burden, it’s a brand."
Then carved Revelation into the back of my hand.


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(Chorus)
So I read from the Black Honey Bible,
Pages stuck with sweat and survival.
Every verse a gunshot prayer,
Every gospel soaked in nightmare.
Preach it loud with a smokestack choir,
We're born in ash and baptized in fire.


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(Verse 2)
Dead crows circle like clockwork spies,
The moon got teeth and preacher eyes.
This town’s built on bones and debt,
And every child knows God ain't left yet.

Bells don't ring, they scream at dawn,
The choir hums with wires torn.
Even Jesus packed his bags last fall—
Left a voicemail scorched on the chapel wall.


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(Chorus)
So I read from the Black Honey Bible,
Pages stuck with sweat and survival.
Every verse a gunshot prayer,
Every gospel soaked in nightmare.
Preach it loud with a smokestack choir,
We're born in ash and baptized in fire.


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(Bridge – Whispered / Distorted Vocals)
You want mercy? It costs more than blood.
You want grace? Bring oil and mud.
This ain’t no faith, this is war in a song—
And we’ve been singin’ it all along.


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(Breakdown – Growled)
Crucify me with copper nails,
Set my soul on discount sales.
Crank the sermon ‘til circuits fry—
Praise the Lord, and let angels die!


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(Final Chorus – Full Force)
Yeah, I read from the Black Honey Bible,
Ash-stained psalms of the unrevivable.
Saints wear scars and sinners preach,
Truth runs dry where the prophets leech.
Preach it loud with a smokestack choir—
No heaven here. Just holy fire.


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OUTRO (Spoken, dry radio filter):
"This is Pastor Bonewire, signing off from Station Lazarus. If you’re still breathing—keep running. The Gospel’s gone feral."