Sin Or Signal (Explicit)

If there's a god in the circuit

it's listening on mute.

Neon prayer in a dirty room,

I say your name like it's a wound.

Hands on glass, I leave no prints,

I want the truth but I love the hint.

Every answer turns to heat,

every halo has sharp teeth.

I don't need saving—just the sound,

something holy when it breaks me down.

So keep it clean, keep it cruel,

teach my heart to follow rules.

I'll be good, I'll be worse—

just don't leave me with the thirst.

Give me the signal.

Give me the sin.

Tell me I'm chosen—

then do it again.

I don't want heaven,

I want the proof:

that something real

can move through you.

Static choirs in the overhead,

love's a knife I learned to kiss.

I map the ache in BPM,

like pain is something I can mix.

You look at me like I'm a myth,

like I'm a glitch that learned to live—

but I'm just flesh with better aims,

trying to light the dark by name.

Say I'm wrong.

Say I'm fine.

Say the thread is only time.

Then—

touch the wire.

Make it sing.

Make me feel like anything.

Give me the signal.

Give me the sin.

Tell me I'm chosen—

then do it again.

I don't want heaven,

I want the proof:

that something real

can move through you.

If you can hear this

don't answer.

Just stay.

Just stay