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