Cathedral of My Sins

[Intro]
[low male choir chanting under breath]
Pillars in my periphery
Candles bleed, wax on rosaries
Shadow on a stained glass face
I carved hunger in this holy place
[Verse 1]
Step in, soles kiss stone
Every echo say I'm not alone
Gold teeth flash in the incense haze
I got faith in the funds I raise
Cross on my chest, still I cut these deals
Pray on the weak while I pull these bills
Bishop in black with a serpent grin
He say, "Son, every saint got a secret sin"
[Chorus]
Welcome to the cathedral of my sins (my sins)
Every whispered little prayer got a twin (amen)
One for the mercy, one for the win
Choir sing cold while the walls close in
Hands in the air like a holy hymn
But we bless that bag, not Jerusalem
Stone by stone, I built this within
Bow your head in the cathedral of my sins
[Verse 2]
Latin on the tongue, I don't know the words
Still I nod like I follow every verse
Coins in the tray, that collection deep
But the poor outside still don't eat
Rings on the fingers that flip that tithe
Halo crooked, but the fit still fly
If grace got a price, then the price been paid
Got blood on the books and the books all straight
[Chorus]
Welcome to the cathedral of my sins (my sins)
Every whispered little prayer got a twin (amen)
One for the mercy, one for the win
Choir sing cold while the walls close in
Hands in the air like a holy hymn
But we bless that bag, not Jerusalem
Stone by stone, I built this within
Bow your head in the cathedral of my sins

rap, Cathedral-dark trap, male vocals: stacked Latin-tinged male choir pads under huge sub-heavy 808s and razor hats. Verses stripped to murmuring chants, choral stabs, and far-off bells; vocal sits cold and close. Chorus erupts with full choir hooks, wider stereo image, and a punishing kick pattern, then drops back into echoey, torch-lit minimalism., male vocals, choral, latin