Silver tongue and steady hands Virtue drawn in perfect plans Sanctified in spotlight glow Wearing what they need to know Crown of wires, polished gold Holy story never told Angles sharp beneath the glow Plastic halo, let it show Say my name like I'm divine Every lie becomes a sign I'm wearing a plastic halo Shining in artificial light Every sin I bury low Still crawling out at night If grace is just a label I'll fake it till it shows Bow down to the halo Nobody really knows Virtue sold in thin disguise Heaven painted in my eyes Every sermon memorized Every fracture minimized Hold the posture Stand up straight Saints are built to imitate I'm wearing a plastic halo Shining in artificial light Every sin I bury low Still crawling out at night If grace is just a label I'll fake it till it shows Bow down to the halo Nobody really knows Rip it off, let it fall I was never holy at all Break the crown, let it crack There's no saint beneath the mask I'm tearing the plastic halo Throw it into the fire No more artificial glow No more buried desire If grace was just a label I'm done living the role Burn down the halo Take back control Take back control