heathen's prayer

written by evan young & grant michaelson

your laugh’s a stolen sunrise in a city built of gray… my hands know every scar like it’s a map i drew… we’re two broken compasses spinning in the dark… but north is always you.

so let the sirens scream… let the bastards bleed… you’re the only prayer… this heathen’ll ever need.

the bed’s still warm where you left your ghosts… i wear ‘em like a tattoo… yeah, the world’s on fire, but baby, look— our ash is making something new.

so let the sirens scream… let the bastards bleed… you’re the only prayer… this heathen’ll ever need.

you showed up like thunder in a room full of ghosts said “love me or leave me” i chose both we’re stained glass hearts in a hurricane’s eye but even when you break me, you sanctify

so let the sirens scream… let the bastards bleed… you’re the only prayer… this heathen’ll ever need.

i don’t need heaven when you’re gasping my name we burn better than angels ever could claim this ain’t redemption it’s resurrection in flames and i’ll worship you in ruin again and again…

so if the world ends let it end with your mouth on mine no gods, no graves just your body, divine and if ash is all that’s left of us two… then baby i'll kiss your knuckles we made something true.