They don’t pray in this cathedral
They cackle

Slick black robes and candy smiles
We sing in crimson pews
Where every hymn’s a headline
And every saint’s a ruse

We’re the choir that laughs when the angels fall
Hands in the fire, dancing through it all
No need to kneel, no need to cry
Just clap your hands and watch them die

We toast to sins in crystal cups
And roast the sacred lamb
Our gospel’s just a guillotine
Wrapped in a velvet hand

We’re the choir that laughs when the angels fall
We light the stage and burn the wall
A laugh, a shot, a silent cheer
We sing to make your truth disappear

It’s not evil
If they clap
So clap!

You fed the flames and called it grace
Now wear that grin across your face!

We’re the choir that laughs when your crown is gone
We’ll sing you down where you belong
This is your anthem sweet and sly
Just clap your hands
And kiss goodbye

We only sing for those who fall