(Intro)

"They said breakfast was enough."

"They said second breakfast was blasphemy."

"But I say unto you…"

"11 Z is the meal that breaks the clock."

(Verse 1)

Napkins folded like false prayers

Hollandaise drips like golden despair

Forks clink in silence, masks of grace

But beneath the toast… lies a darker taste

(Pre-Chorus)

The mimosa fizzes with hidden intent

The eggs whisper secrets they never repent

I sip from the chalice of brunch-time sin

And let the sermon of syrup begin

(Chorus)

11 Z!

The feast they tried to ban

11 Z!

The gospel in the pan

Croissants of chaos, jam-stained decree

This is the brunch of heresy!

(Verse 2)

Avocado sliced like sacrificial flesh

Sausage sermons sizzling fresh

The teapot trembles, the butter weeps

I preach in crumbs while the silence sleeps

(Pre-Chorus)

The mimosa fizzes with hidden intent

The eggs whisper secrets they never repent

I sip from the chalice of brunch-time sin

And let the sermon of syrup begin

(Chorus)

11 Z!

The feast they tried to ban

11 Z!

The gospel in the pan

Croissants of chaos, jam-stained decree

This is the brunch of heresy!

(Bridge)

You call it brunch.

I call it revelation.

You sip tea.

I sip truth.

(Final Chorus x2)

11 Z!

The feast they tried to ban

11 Z!

The gospel in the pan

Croissants of chaos, jam-stained decree

This is the brunch...

11 Z!

The feast they tried to ban

11 Z!

The gospel in the pan

Croissants of chaos, jam-stained decree

This is the brunch of heresy!

(Outro)

"Forks down. Napkins up."

"The Feast is just getting started."