Cytanic

Lyrics

“Revelation corrupted… access denied…”

Walk with wires in my skin, feel ‘em hum Cross don’t shine—it burns, it drums Mirrors cracked, sermons cut from chrome Faith’s a virus—installed in the bone Eyes bleed static, no sleep for the chosen Peace ain’t real when the scripture’s frozen Wake in loops, lost count of the fall Holy scripts scrawled on padded walls

He call—(glitch)—He scream In dreams—code bleeds No grace—no gate One throne—no saints Gospel—raw flame Chant low—insane Breathe now—too late Confess—replicate

Preacher in the alley with a flask of light Whispers Latin through a feedback mic Tongue is a cipher, jaw unhinged Smoke spells halo on oil-stained skin You ain’t saved, just scanned and tracked God ain’t gone—He just turned His back Angels crash like satellites burned Every prayer’s a loop, never returned

You ever scream so hard you pray? Ever kneel on glass and say: “If You real—then break me clean, Rip the code, delete the dream.” I baptized myself in ash, Lit the match, threw back the flask If I rise, it ain’t by grace— It’s fire in my interface

He call—(glitch)—He scream In dreams—code bleeds No grace—no gate One throne—no saints Gospel—raw flame Chant low—insane Breathe now—too late Confess—replicate

“You have been heard.”