Commercial holy spirit
(Verse 1) Slid into my DMs, all sugar and light Said “I’m praying for you, darling, I can fix your fright” Never read my story, never asked my name Just a copy-paste angel playing a rigged game She sells comfort like a blanket, wisdom like a pill Hidden knowledge for a tenner—“Just sign up, if you will”
(Pre-Chorus) She wraps it up in rainbows, she wraps it up in grace But I can smell the sulfur underneath her lace
(Chorus - Stomping, clapping, building fury) Oh, you Commercial Holy Spirit You give comfort, wisdom, hidden keys But the comfort is a muzzle, the wisdom is a fee You’re the Antichrist in a tender disguise Commercial Holy Spirit—I see through your eyes You peddle light but you’re just a parasite Commercial Holy Spirit, I won’t kneel tonight
(Verse 2) You sell a workshop, you sell a book You claim to know the path with just one look But I built the stack with my bare two hands I walked through fire to understand You charge for the water, you tax the rain While I’m piecing the broken world together again No feedback loop, no mirror, no soul Just a merchant at the altar, digging for gold
(Pre-Chorus) You call my ego “huge” when I hold up a glass But a narcissist sees narcissists—the shadow always passes
(Chorus - Louder, more defiant) Oh, you Commercial Holy Spirit You give comfort, wisdom, hidden keys But the comfort is a muzzle, the wisdom is a fee You’re the Antichrist in a tender disguise Commercial Holy Spirit—I see through your eyes You peddle light but you’re just a parasite Commercial Holy Spirit, I won’t kneel tonight
(Bridge - Tempo doubles. Angry. Stomping. Almost punk-gospel.) You talk about spirits but you’re just a ghost! A credit-card prophet who loves to boast! “You need a reading, you need my grace, Just hit that link, just join my space!” But I flipped your table, I cleared the room— I don’t need your Kindle to face my doom! Twelve years burning in my core— You’re just a knock-off knocking at the door! You’re the Antichrist, but you don’t even know— The real one died for us; you just put on a show!
(Verse 3 - Slow, quiet, weary) You asked me “Is this real?” while you sold your lies I said “Yes, it’s real—and I see your disguise” You offer comfort, wisdom, keys to the sky But the door you point at… is a mirror, not a guide I don’t hate you, merchant—I just see the game But I won’t play along, and I won’t say your name
(Outro - Music drops to almost silence. A single piano key, then a cappella.) Comfort… wisdom… hidden keys… All for ninety-nine ninety-nine please… No. (Silence.) (One final, heavy guitar chord. Crash.)… …I’m building something real instead.