This weight, this shame, it's heavy as a sermon,

Chest caves in like the world still learnin'.

Ash on my tongue, holy water in my veins,

Tryna wash off dirt but I like the stains.

Spill, spill, spill — let it drip on the vinyl,

Talkin' to my demons like they went to revival.

My teeth still clench on the necks of bats,

I laugh in the dark where the pain relax.

Yeah, filth feels pure when you're past the mask,

I'm saved in the mess, don't ask, don't ask.

Oh — I let the echo run wild,

Oh — been lost for a while.

Oh — still prayin' through the static,

Oh — God's voice sound cinematic.

Feet keep movin', head keeps spinnin',

Rain on my hoodie, still sinnin', still grinnin'.

Storm on my back, tryna find that calm,

Every bruise I wear turned into a psalm.

Spill, spill, spill — yeah, pour it again,

The pain got rhythm, it's my oldest friend.

My teeth still clench, that taste of black,

In this grime I'm gold, ain't no lookin' back.

Saved by the sin, baptized in the static,

Filth turn faith — funny how it's automatic.

Oh — I'm floatin' through the fall,

Oh — don't need no call.

Oh — found peace in decay,

Oh — let it all fade away.