Circuit Syndicate Anthem

Lyrics

IntroI felt the mattress melt, flesh stuck to the springs like wax from a black‑mass candle. Ceiling turned to brimstone, walls breathing like an animal. Heard chains drag slow over stone in my chest, Voice whispered, “Welcome to the place where you joked with your sins and they laughed last.”Verse 1I woke up in a room with no corners, just curves of flame, Heat so heavy every breath spelled out my name. Ash falling like confetti from a wedding of despair, Demons clappin’ at the altar while they’m braidin’ human hair.Every scream had an echo made of everything I hid, Every secret that I cherished, every dirty little bid. Saw a priest with a collar made of razorwire and bones, Said, “I preached about His mercy but I never dropped my phone.”Screens on the wall looped my life in repeat, Me laughin’ at the homeless while I scroll and I eat. A beggar in the corner with maggots in his wounds, Turned and said, “I was the angel you ignored every afternoon.”He pointed to the floor, where my footprints burned deep, Every step spelled out, “I was comfortable in sleep.” I tried to say, “Forgive me,” but my tongue turned to tar, Voice answered from the furnace, “We don’t do change of heart this far.”Verse 2We walked to a district where the rich wore rusted crowns, Gold grills on they skulls, melted watches drippin’ down. Every dollar that they worshipped grew like serpents from the ground, Wrapping round they ribs tight, whisperin’, “You own me now.”One dude in Armani suit made out of human skin, Said, “I built my heaven on earth, now I’m landlord in this bin.” He tried to light a Cuban but the fire wouldn’t spark, Even flames don’t show respect when you’ve been playin’ with the dark.Saw influencers with mirrors glued permanent to they face, Millions of followers but no one in this place. They scroll on phantom phones, no signal, just static, Captions say “I’m blessed,” while the demons laugh erratic.In a chamber full of preachers, every sermon was a lie, They sold tickets into heaven, now they pay to never die. Their tongues stretch miles, nailed to pulpits made of brass, Every “seed” that they stole grows a chain round they neck fast.HookThis ain’t flames, this a verdict where your choices all return, Every comfort that you worshipped is the idol that will burn. You ain’t fall into this fire, you was walkin’ every day, Hell ain’t just a destination, it’s the debt you never pay.No exit, no appeal, no more time to make it right, Just the echo of His offer that you ghosted every night. You was playin’ with the devil thinkin’ it was just a game, Now the board is made of corpses and the pieces got your name.Verse 3Third level was the killers, but they looked just like my sins, Not just guns and bloody hands, but the words that I was in. Every rumor I repeated carved a face off someone’s soul, Every joke that crushed a spirit grew a noose I can’t control.I saw mothers that aborted every conscience they could feel, Fathers that abandoned every promise they called real. Addicts writhed in pits made of all the highs they chased, Every hit became a scorpion that crawled inside they face.A judge in bloody robes, gavels beating like a drum, Said, “I knew the law on earth but I ignored the Holy One.” A theologian in the corner chewin’ pages of the Word, Said, “I studied every doctrine but I never did what I heard.”I asked the nearest demon, “Why keep showin’ me this tour?” He said, “So you can see no one here thinks they deserved the door. They all thought they had time, one more season to repent, But eternity’s a contract where the ink is your consent.”BridgeI heard a cry cut through the furnace like a blade in the smoke, It sounded like my own voice back when mercy still spoke. “Son, I bled so you ain’t ever have to know this abyss, Every nail in My wrist was an exit you dismissed.”I saw a cross made of light hovering miles above the pit, But every time I reached for it my own chains didn’t fit. They was forged from every “later,” every “maybe,” every “nah,” Every time I loved the darkness and made peace with what I saw.Final HookThis ain’t flames, this a verdict where your choices all return, Every comfort that you worshipped is the idol that will burn. You ain’t fall into this fire, you was walkin’ every day, Hell ain’t just a destination, it’s the debt you never pay.No exit, no appeal, no more time to make it right, Just the echo of His offer that you ghosted every night. If you still can hear Him callin’ while your pillow feel like coal, Wake up, drop your little hells now, before they swallow your soul. [Angel singing] [Electric guitar] [People screening] [Hell]