Yeah.
Welcome to the sermon.
Flashbulbs and confessions.
This the price of ascension.
Crowd screaming my name like a prayer,
Hands up but nobody there.
Every cheer hit like thunderclap,
Still feel alone in the feedback trap.
I built this seat from sweat and scars,
Now I’m orbiting my own stars.
Gold chains hum like psalms I wrote,
But the echoes choke in my throat.
Yeah, I prayed to the mirror too long,
Now the mirror sing back my songs.
Faith, fame, both hit wrong,
Every verse a confession gone strong.
This my Mirror Gospel,
Where the fame feel colossal.
Audience my choir, pain my apostle.
Every cheer another toll,
Every crown another hole.
Yeah, this my Mirror Gospel.
Throne cold, can’t feel my feet,
Every win tastes bittersweet.
I got angels in my mentions,
But demons in my mentions too.
The higher I climb, the less that’s true
Every “amen” sound like “who’s you?”
They want the image, not the man,
They want the rise, not where I stand.
Yeah, I prayed to the mirror too long,
Now the mirror hum my songs.
Faith, fame, same old con,
Every truth sound like a pawn.
This my Mirror Gospel,
Where the fame feel colossal.
Audience my choir, pain my apostle.
Every cheer another toll,
Every crown another hole.
Yeah, this my Mirror Gospel.
You hear ‘em?
Every clap’s a sermon.
Every light’s a witness.
But who confesses for the preacher?
This my Mirror Gospel,
Where the silence feel hostile.
They say pray for peace, I say pray for power,
Built a kingdom but lost the hour.
Audience my choir, pain my apostle,
I keep singing, it’s colossal.
Lights fade, echoes stay,
Another prayer, another play.
Mirror hums, reflection weeps,
The gospel never sleeps.