Gospel of Bad Decisions v

Lyrics

[Intro - Spoken] Lord, I have sinned creatively. Not elegantly- Creatively. [Verse 1] I stole from saints and drank with thieves alike, Kissed strangers underneath fluorescent grace, Turned every warning light into a sign That God Himself enjoyed a reckless pace. I’ve lied with such conviction I believed My own excuses halfway through the crime, Then prayed at 3AM like broken men Who fear damnation mostly at closing time. And every secret rots beneath the ribs, Like unpaid debts still scratching at the door, For memory is Hell’s accountant, Lord— It always finds a little something more. [Pre-Chorus] I laughed too hard at funerals, Desired wives I should not name, And wore my appetites like medals Whilst quietly drowning under shame. [Chorus] So drag me through the bassline, Lord, Through static, smoke, and neon rain, For I have built cathedrals out Of bad decisions, lust, and pain. Yet if Your mercy hunts the worst, Then surely I might still survive, A half-drunk fool with bloodshot eyes Still somehow begging to revive. [Verse 2] I made religion of the nightclub dark, Where strobes replaced the halos of the saints, And every drop became communion wine For sinners too exhausted to be saints. The DJ preached through blown-out speakers loud, Whilst all us doomed disciples shook the floor, Like drowning men pretending every beat Could somehow make us young forevermore. Yet now the mirror tells unpleasant truths: The soul keeps score though flesh attempts escape, And all the jokes collapse eventually When silence finally strips away the shape. [Bridge - Spoken] Lord… I regret the arrogance most. Not the lust. Not the drunkenness. The certainty. I mistook surviving For being righteous. [Final Chorus] So drag me through the bassline, Lord, Let thunder crack this rotting frame, For every saint was once a man Who barely crawled beyond his shame. And if redemption comes at all, It comes to wrecks like me alive The grinning fool, the midnight fraud, Still somehow asking to survive.