Текст песни
No, my black tape on the window light can't testify
Choir in the hallway but the saints don't apply
Neon cross flicker like it's losing belief
I was raised on the static and the harm underneath
Vinyl on the altar, dust in the groove
Every prayer I recorded had a crack in the truth
We don't scream revolution, we whisper survive
In a city that applauds while the poets go dry
Safety pins and a leather bounce arm
Cold hands folded but the pressure stay calm
No halos here, just ink on skin
Sign my name where the doubt begins
Low lights, low faith
Same drum, new wake
This that black tape gospel
No choir, just foes
No savior, just us
Standing under the voltage
Black tape gospel
Truth in the hiss
If heaven won't answer
We'll archive the bliss
Basement show sermon, sweat on the brick
Feedback screaming but the crowd stand still
No cloud, no sponsors, no stage design
Just four crack dams and a borrowed mic line
Don't preach hope, I document pain
Put it on cassette so it never gets framed
They wanted confession, I gave them sound
Let the kick drum echo like it's church underground
No filters, no trending tags
Just a baseline walking through body bags
The old trends, we survived the silence
Survived the gloss, turned rejection
Letters in the line of notes, yeah
Black tape gospel
No choir, just foes
No savior, just us, yeah, yeah
They told me faith moves mountains
I move apartments instead
Cardboard confessions
Mattress on the floor of my head
Mirrors don't argue, they just repeat what they see
I learn to trust distortion more than clarity
Friends turn strangers
Strange turn noise
Noise turn scripture
Scripture turn void
I don't need heaven