Nolen Strals - Heretic's Hymn lyrics

Nobody writes gospel songs anymore So few standing now can say "I was born on the floor" Now we're born wanting a mouth full of silver spoons We just want our dessert and we want it to soon We're scared of critique And growing pains in our knees Scared of meaning And anything that does more than please Our base desires We're scared of the fire That burns in another would expose us as liars Those aren't hymns I hear on your voice You ignore the truth we've known all along But new scribes only shout and sing hosanna In tribute when you're doing it all wrong The ideals of our youth have all been rejected But maybe our hearts can be resurrected Won't call it revival 'cause my spirit's not moved And don't call it vital 'cause nothing's been proved Except that you look good in photos And you know That you know Who to know So that you can go To your heaven that is my hell To where we banish ideas and only worship what sells Those aren't hymns I hear on your voice You ignore the truth we've known all along But new scribes only shout and sing hosanna In tribute when you're doing it all wrong Those aren't hymns I hear on your voice It's the sound of you singing the last rites Of the love so many carved out of so many nights With the knives that we made of our lives Well if you are the harbinger Then I'm happy to be history Because the dead are better than what you give to me So let's throw away the metaphors And not say what needs to be screamed You gave up our ideals for their false dream So go on and play their game Be the moth to that flame And when your dream goes up in smoke No you won't have me to blame Just another one we lost Who decided to pay to play And when your dreams have all gone broke Will you show me what you've gained? So for all the ones we lost Who I hope come back some day And for all the love you lost Well I'm not the type to pray But if this is my last song The last words I ever write I hope you won't forget You're only free making art outside