[Verse 1]
Cheap gold halo in a rented room
Smoke in the vents and a chemical bloom
Half-lit saints with a marketplace grin
Selling bad weather as medicine

Black glass pulse in the corner light
Velvet lies in a butcher’s white
Soft little crown on a paper throne
Built from static and borrowed bone

Red dust stirred by a closing door
Tall talk dripping across the floor
Every bright thing bends at the seam
Every clean cut rots in the gleam

[Lift]
That hush ain’t mercy
That hush means wait
That hush holds voltage
Behind the shape

[Hook]
Stand still
Let the pattern split
Cheap gold flakes off the counterfeit
Stand still
Let the floor confess
Every held-breath threat comes back like this
Stand still
When the signal twists
Smoke and echo and a severed script
Stand still
Let the room go strange
Something dead wakes up when the silence breaks

[Verse 2]
Cold blue flicker and a motel psalm
Cracked-out grace in a folded palm
Bad luck dressed like a miracle sale
Nails in the map and a slit in the veil

Rats in the rafters all learning names
Trade in posture, perfume, and blame
Nice clean jaw with a serpent charm
Nice clean suit with a fire alarm

No god sleeps in this wiring now
Only sparks in the chapel mouth
Only truth with its face kicked in
Still crawling back through the neon wind

[Breakdown]
Call it fate
Call it fog
Call it holy if the fraud looks strong
Call it love
Call it trust
Same old shit in a gilded cup

Mask slips once and the room sees all
Pure stage blood on a marble wall
One more hymn and the frame goes bare
One wrong breath and the heat gets there

[Bridge]
Circle drawn in the engine smoke
Symbols scratched where the ceiling broke
No clean ending
No soft retreat
Just iron rain and a fractured beat

Down below, all the wires hum
Old grief dressed like a loaded gun
One black note in the concrete throat
Then the whole damn structure starts to choke

[Final Hook]
Stand still
Let the pattern split
Cheap gold flakes off the counterfeit
Stand still
Let the floor confess
Every held-breath threat comes back like this
Stand still
When the rafters ring
Smoke turns scripture when the pressure swings
Stand still
Let the room go strange
Something dead wakes up when the silence breaks

[Outro]
Air goes thin
Light folds wrong
Dust hangs still for a second too long
Then —
No crown
No stage
Just the crack in the dark where the sound got made