They worship the screen, the digital shrine Demanding purity while rotting inside But I know, the saints are all sinners with halos for show, the sins are forgotten the moment you let go I pray for my failure, I beg for my blood but heaven stays silent the gates remain shut Hallelujah my soul Been crucified for letting go Hallujah I know Some day you praise what you hate And suffer exemplary Whoa They mark the forgotten, they spit on the weak Brave new saviours tell you just how to think Worship a screen, a digital shrine Demanding purity while rotting inside but saints always sin Hallelujah my soul Been crucified for letting go Hallujah I know Some day you praise what you hate And suffer exemplary Whoa I was the outcast, the ghost of my muse The artist who's buried beneath accused Now I'm a fire they'll never contain Hallelujah for my soul Hallelujah just let go Hallelujah praise the son Hallelujah broken one Hallelujah my soul Been crucified for letting go Hallujah I know Some day you praise what you hate And suffer exemplary Whoa