Rust in My Halo

Bite marks in the bible spine

Ash stains on a wedding dress

Halo hanging from a rearview mirror

Turned into a rusted necklace

I carved my doubt in the chapel door

Splinters stuck under my skin

They said “kneel down

You’ll be forgiven”

I stood up and learned to sin

I wear rust in my halo (yeah)

Gold flaked off in the rain

If your heaven needs a scapegoat

You can carve my name in the flame

I wear rust in my halo

Still I’m walking through the smoke

If your god can’t take my questions

Let your kingdom choke

Sunday smiles with a sharpened edge

Blessings slipped in a velvet threat

Crosses shining on the crooked salesmen

Selling out the blood and the sweat

I won’t bow to a paper throne

Built on fear and tithes and shame

Rip the script from the preacher’s hand

I’ll rewrite my own damn name (hey!)

I wear rust in my halo (yeah)

Gold flaked off in the rain

If your heaven needs a scapegoat

You can carve my name in the flame

I wear rust in my halo

Still I’m walking through the smoke

If your god can’t take my questions

Let your kingdom choke

Light the lie

Let it burn through the stained glass sky

If the truth survives

It was never theirs to hide

I wear rust in my halo (woah)

Gold flaked off in the rain

If your heaven needs a scapegoat

You can carve my name in the flame

I wear rust in my halo

Still I’m walking through the smoke

If your god can’t take my questions

Let your kingdom choke