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The Spy-Ders - Holy Smoke and Ashes

Holy Smoke and Ashes Verse 1 It started as a whisper, a candle in the dark, A guide for broken people, a fragile human spark. Words meant to heal the wounded, teach mercy, teach restraint, But somewhere down the ages the halo cracked with paint. Hands reached for the heavens, then closed around a throne, Good turned into a weapon, faith learned to stand alone. The message lost its meaning, the mirror learned to lie, What was meant to save the soul taught the soul how to die. Chorus They built a system crowned in gold, one voice to rule the rest, A mask of love upon its face, a knife beneath the chest. In the name of their god they burned the unbelievers, Millions left in silence, mothers, children, dreamers. Blood wrote their commandments, fire sealed the deal, A kingdom fed on bodies, calling slaughter “holy will”. Verse 2 This whole machine is fiction, rehearsed and sold as truth, Pulling strings on human lives, chewing up their youth. They tell you how to think, who to hate, who to fear, They take your sons to die while they preach from crystal clear. Marching into foreign lands with banners stained in red, Calling murder sacred, stacking sins like bread. Empires dressed as temples, greed dressed up as grace, A business built on graves, power wearing faith. Chorus They built a system crowned in gold, one voice to rule the rest, A mask of love upon its face, a knife beneath the chest. In the name of their god they burned the unbelievers, Millions left in silence, mothers, children, dreamers. Blood wrote their commandments, fire sealed the deal, A kingdom fed on bodies, calling slaughter “holy will”. Verse 3 And now it’s twenty-first century, but the ghosts still breathe, Mad-eyed fanatics killing for a promised make-believe. They tear each other open for a heaven made of lies, Trading real tomorrow for a painted afterlife. No angels count the corpses, no paradise appears, Just echoes of the same old hate recycled through the years. They pray with clenched fists, with bullets and with bombs, Still worshipping illusions while the real world burns on. Bridge If gods exist, they’re crying, watching what we’ve done, Seeing faith turned into fire, and reason into guns. No devil needed helping, no demon led the way, Humans wrote this scripture, humans chose to obey. Chorus You built a system crowned in gold, one voice to rule the rest, A mask of love upon its face, a knife beneath the chest. Not faith that killed the innocent, but hands that craved control, Selling fear as salvation, buying power with the soul. No good left in the echoes, just profit, blood and lies, A broken world still praying while its conscience slowly dies.