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Paper Gods is the new song of Roland Ionas Bialke. You can support the artist by sending a Bitcoin donation to the following wallet: bc1qk27xl9xm32x6t83p4h4u7j32ut2ez5whkplh7p Song: Paper Gods Artist: Roland Ionas Bialke Record: Paper Gods Published: 2026 Roland Ionas Bialke - Paper Gods I print your saviors overnight Glossy halos, neon light Staple faith to headlines thin Fold the truth and tuck it in Your prophets stream in high def glow Auto-play tells you where to go Every miracle pre-approved Every doubt already removed You need a face, you need a flame So I just change the brand name Paper gods in paper skies Folded prayers and recycled lies You kneel to ink that starts to run When it touches anything real or done Rip the page — it doesn’t scream Bleeds in black and marketing You want belief? I’ll mass-produce Paper gods you can’t refuse I sell you wars in tidy fonts Righteous rage in monthly drops Trending sins, designer blame Different devil, same old game You shout the script I handed down Revolution sponsored sound You burn the flag I told you to Then buy the ashes branded new You think you chose the holy side But I designed the fight Paper gods in paper skies Printed hope in measured size You kiss the ink, you curse the rain But water shows the frame Rip the page — it falls apart Nothing sacred, just an art You want a truth that you can hold I’ll laminate it, bought and sold Amen.exe Upload belief Download relief Repeat Static scripture, pixel creed Algorithm guarantees Tear it Fold it Sell it Pray Tear it Fold it Sell it Obey Paper gods in paper skies You love the shape, ignore the size You need a myth that fits your hand I give you one — you call it grand Rip the page — it doesn’t fight Just multiplies overnight You want a god that doesn’t judge? I’ll print one fresh in bulk and blood Ink on fingers Stains won’t fade But you still kneel To what I made