Wolf in the Choir

Intro

not the man, not a mimic — original rapid sermon, staccato hymn (yeah)

Verse

I paint the pulpit with a poison smile, preacher suit, counterfeit style, ayy

They preach a brand of heaven with a headline, sell the cross with a price, yeah

Tidings twisted into flags and fightin', scripture wrapped in a red-white lie

Choirs clap while the wolves slide in, clean collars, claws outside

They preach purity, but the ledger hides the rot, receipts tucked in velvet blinds

A gilded altar full of hush money, holy hands with strings tied

They point the blame at strangers, build the wall, baptize the pride

Saint-suits, stain-proof, sell salvation like a store-bought guide

I watch the congregation sing along while devotion gets rewired (uh-huh)

Antichrist ain't a headline far-off, it's a whisper in the choir

Not foreign beasts, but brothers with a ledger, brothers with a liar's wire

He'll come in sermons soft, in familiar ties, in the glass-eyed higher

Read the pages, then replace the page, teach you to fear the poor man's child

They turn commandments into campaign lines, creed becomes a campaign file

Signatures on the back of the pew, contract sealed in praise and bile

Only the ones who actually kneel know when the altar's been defiled

Look past the slogans, past the flags, past the curtain and the smile (look)

Pre-chorus

If you know the voice, you'll hear the counterfeit slip, you'll hear the subtle slip

If you know the shepherd, you'll smell the wolf — yeah, you'll feel the shift (feel it)

Chorus

Wolf in the choir, wolf in the choir, wolf in the choir, wolf in the choir

Wolf in the choir (he's inside, he's inside), wolf in the choir (he's inside, he's inside)

Only the ones who know God know the sound, only the ones who came down

Only the ones who know God know the sound, only the ones who came down

Verse

They sell the end as a brand new start: fear in a gospel, merch in a mart

Cross on a billboard, kingdom marketed, mercy folded into a chart

Legislating scripture like a law — sermon becomes a ballot art

They clap for leaders with haloed photos, forget the poor sitting in the dark

I'm cataloguing contradictions, lips move but the hands pick the heart

Brothers at the table, hidden ledger, ivory tower playing God

Say the right words on the mic, place the ring, sign the oath, nod

They preach exclusion in a sermon robe, sanctimony with a squad

Preaching purity while they pocket the poor, sanctify the fraud (ayy)

Antichrist won't thunder from a mountain, won't ride in on foreign drums

He'll quote the Good Book, he will bless your child, he will smile when the bell's rung

He'll rewrite mercy in the name of law, make kindness feel like some dumb

He's not the stranger under the bridge, he's the guest at your baptism

He'll trade your neighbor for an easier crowd, then call it righteous wisdom

Only the ones who've tasted grace can see the count