Amen, Sync Me

AMEN, SYNC ME [INTRO] White walls. Black glass. Red pulse. The priest raised another pixel. The line moved forward. White walls. Black glass. Red pulse. The priest raised another pixel. The line moved forward. White walls. Black glass. Red pulse in the chapel. Everybody got a number. Everybody got a handle. I stood in the static where the dead feed crackled, watched a priest pull heaven from a cracked-screen tabernacle. [HOOK] Amen, sync me, send me, empty, bend me gently, render entry. Scroll my soul, control me wholly, holy, lonely, upload slowly. Amen, sync me, send me, empty, trend me, tempt me, tag me, brand me. Take my face, replace me cleanly, feed me, read me, dream me, delete me. [VERSE 1] Gray saints in a queue with the blue-light pallor, badge on the chest and a debt to the dollar, altar of data, martyr to the router, mouth open wide for the blood-red powder. Pixel on the tongue, little red communion, click-click-click, now the flesh is fusion, liturgy, circuitry, misery, ministry, symmetry, telemetry, bury the history. I watched every eyelid flutter like a cursor, watched every memory turn into a purchase, watched every prayer get priced by the server, watched every sinner become the advertiser. He said, “Take, eat,” and the room went thinner, face left first, then the name, then the sinner. Phone in the pocket gave one soft shimmer. Somebody liked it. The screen got bigger. [PRE-HOOK] Scroll, soul, sold. Scroll, soul, sold. Control the whole, then call it whole. Scroll, soul, sold. [HOOK] Amen, sync me, send me, empty, bend me gently, render entry. Scroll my soul, control me wholly, holy, lonely, upload slowly. Amen, sync me, send me, empty, trend me, tempt me, tag me, brand me. Take my face, replace me cleanly, feed me, read me, dream me, delete me. [VERSE 2] I never pushed. I never pulled. I whispered once and they built the tool. Built the school, built the rule, built the feed where the faithful drool. No fang, no flame, no sulfur sermon, just terms and service with a smiling person. No chain, no cage, no crimson curtain, just “accept all” when the soul feels uncertain. I heard the algorithm hum through the rafters: Capture the grief, then package the laughter. Faster and faster, pastor to pasture, avatar avatar avatar avatar, Data for dinner, dinner for data, later is never, forever is beta. Savior behavior, favor the flavor, make me your neighbor, your judge, your creator. They knelt in rows with the posture of workers, tongues out flat for the sponsored scriptures. I wore no crown. I signed no waiver. They called me Devil. They called the screen Savior. [guitar solo] [CHOPPER BREAK] Click in the vein, tick in the brain, name in the frame, face in the flame, same little game, same little gain, same little saint getting drained for the change. Tag it, bag it, drag it, cache it, track it, stack it, crack it, match it, feed it, need it, bleed it, batch it, bury the body, keep the traffic. Holy metric, cold aesthetic, soul synthetic, scroll prophetic, every second, every exit, every breath becomes analytics. Click for the grief, click for the grin, click to confess, click to begin, click when you break, click when you mend, click till the clicking is all that you’ve been. Skin into signal, signal into scripture, scripture into product, product into picture, picture into profile, profile into prison, prison into heaven if the numbers keep rising. [BRIDGE] The priest pinched heaven from the corner of the screen. He placed it on a tongue that had forgotten how to scream. It tasted like the gaze of everybody ever seen, looking through the body for a number in between. Above the altar, faces braided into smoke. Each wore the last expression taken before it broke. A phone buzzed once beneath a gray and wrinkled coat. Someone had liked the upload. [FINAL HOOK] Amen, sync me, send me, empty, bend me gently, render entry. Scroll my soul, control me wholly, holy, lonely, upload slowly. Amen, sync me, send me, empty, trend me, tempt me, tag me, brand me. Take my face, replace me cleanly, feed me, read me, dream me, delete me. Amen, sync me, send me, empty. Amen, sync me, send me, empty. Amen, sync me, send me, empty. Scroll, soul, sold. [OUTRO] White walls. Black glass. Red pulse. The priest raised another pixel. The line moved forward.