Midnight Skin Prayers

[Verse 1]
Midwest sky
Empty church lot
Cold wind
Chewing through my coat
Monster in the silo
Watching from the corn
I was just a kid then
Already half-born
Blood thick
On the Bible page
Mama said
“pray it all away”
But every time I blink
I see that grin
Something in the gravel
Crawling under skin
[Chorus]
These midnight skin prayers
Stick to my throat
Sick little secrets
Only hell would quote
If I’m the lamb
Then who locked the door?
Face in the mirror
Pressed to the floor
Gore in the gospel
I can’t ignore
Midnight skin prayers
I keep begging for more (oh)
[Verse 2]
Basement light
Buzzing like a hive
Every shadow
Asking
“you survived?”
Door frame lurks
Like it wants to speak
Screams in the drywall
Leaking every week
I breathe in rust
Exhale dust and sin
Kiss the crucifix
Just to feel a sting
If I’m the sick fuck
Kneeling on this tile
Why does the dark
Wear my crooked smile?
[Chorus]
These midnight skin prayers
Stick to my throat
Sick little secrets
Only hell would quote
If I’m the lamb
Then who locked the door?
Face in the mirror
Pressed to the floor
Gore in the gospel
I can’t ignore
Midnight skin prayers
I keep begging for more (yeah, more)
[Bridge]
Do you hear me now
Or am I just noise?
Choking on the faith
Of broken boys
If I peel this fear
Off my chest
Slow
Will anything holy
Still want my soul?
[Chorus]
These midnight skin prayers
Stick to my throat
Sick little secrets
Only hell would quote
If I’m the lamb
Then who locked the door?
Face in the mirror
Pressed to the floor
Gore in the gospel
All over the score
Midnight skin prayers
I don’t want them
I want them
I want more

pop, Dark modern pop with male vocals, eerie detuned synths and a pulsing low-end drone; tight verses whispered close to the mic that bloom into a huge, chant-like hook with stacked harmonies and distorted backing ad-libs. Sparse toms and sub-drops drive tension; final chorus slams with octave-doubled lead, haunting choir pads, and a stuttering, glitched outro.