Basement Gospel

Verse

I built my altar out of ash and tape,

Sang my gospel through a static scrape.

No choir, no pews, just blood and spit,

But every chord was a holy writ.

Chorus

This is my basement gospel,

No saints, no apostle.

Just a scream in the dark,

And a spark in the rubble.

Verse

They called it noise — I called it grace,

A hymn for every out-of-place.

I baptized pain in feedback loops,

And preached to ghosts in combat boots.

Chorus

This is my basement gospel,

No saints, no apostle.

Just a scream in the dark,

And a spark in the rubble.

Bridge

I broke bread with the broken,

Lit candles with the damned.

We sang truth in distortion,

And rose with empty hands.

Chorus

This is my basement gospel,

No saints, no apostle.

Just a scream in the dark,

And a spark in the rubble.