COLLECTION PLATE
Former church organist
vex on it
after hoursHonest use case: Those who feel exploited by organized religion and seek a cathartic, vengeful expression.
Exhibit: “If mercy's real, it isn't sold It walks in with the wet and cold”
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 172
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.44
- vocal at
- 18.8s
- length
- 7:59
- words
- 195
- clichés
- 0
- language
- En
most sung: “burn” ×15 · “clean” ×13 · “her” ×6
lyrics
(feedback swells) (choir inhales) Brothers. Count what they took. I passed your brass collection plate While rot was eating through the gate I gave my last and called it seed You built a jet out of my need (out of my need) The neon cross is flickering (flickering, flickering) I hear the sound of reckoning Burn it clean! Burn it clean! The gilded pulpit and the screen Burn it clean! Burn it clean! I want the God the poor have seen (burn it, burn it) Your marble floor, my mother's knees She scrubbed while you sold her the keys Sold her the gates, sold her the flame I wrote the invoice in her name (in her name, her name) Burn it clean! Burn it clean! The gilded pulpit and the screen Burn it clean! Burn it clean! I want the God the poor have seen (a coin rolls on stone) If mercy's real, it isn't sold It walks in with the wet and cold Burn it clean! Burn it clean! The gilded pulpit and the screen Burn it clean! Burn it clean! I want the God the poor have seen Burn it clean... (embers, wind)