🤖Verse 1🤖

Raised on scripture and reverent fear

Where the Book of the Law was the breath in the atmosphere

Genesis beginnings to Revelation's end

The Word of God was my trusted friend

No allegoric sermons bending truth for applause

I was raised on commandments and unfiltered laws

Youth group altars, the trembling call to repent

When conviction descended you felt what it meant

Bible college was my vision on destiny's road, where I longed to be bold.

Diploma in hand, the baton was passed

Thought the path was ordained and the mission would last

Till the rot in my circle became vast

Wrong voices whispering venom in quiet decrees

Sin never shouts, it seduces with ease

Now I look in the mirror and recognize less

Of the boy who once trembled at righteousness

🤖Pre-Chorus🤖

I never doubted the throne

Or the Word that was given

I lost the fire

No longer driven

🤖Chorus🤖

Burn the pulpits, let the counterfeit fall

Modern churches building kingdoms of straw

I was preaching revolution, tearing idols from the town

Then conviction whispered

Your own pulpit's burning down

Beam in my eye while I'm judging their sin

Trying to clean the temple while I'm filthy within

Pointing fingers at the wolves in the crowd

But the fire of truth

Burned my pulpit to the ground

🤖Verse 2🤖

The modern cathedral feels hollow to me

Like a theater of smiles where the blind think they see

Seeker-sensitive sermons polishing the stage

While repentance is edited out of the page

Prosperity prophets in luminous suits

Turning sacred scripture to financial pursuits

Promising kingdoms of earthly acclaim

While the cross disappears from the sermon that they profane

Then doctrinal tyrants with scholastic disdain

Reducing the Spirit to footnotes and chains

Arguing systems of sovereign design

While mercy and mystery fall out of line

Denomination tribunals accusing each side

Every pulpit a courtroom where egos collide

Truth became a sectarian war

And the gospel is gasping

Somewhere on the floor

🤖Chorus🤖

Burn the pulpits, let the counterfeit fall

Modern churches building kingdoms of straw

I was preaching revolution, tearing idols from the town

Then conviction whispered

Your own pulpit's burning down

Beam in my eye while I'm judging their sin

Trying to clean the temple while I'm filthy within

Pointing fingers at the wolves in the crowd

But the fire of truth

Burned my pulpit to the ground

🤖Verse 3🤖

Now the harder confession I fail to atone

I'm the hypocrite, lost and alone

My mouth still profanes what my spirit once praised

Taking holy names lightly like smoke in a haze

Part of me mourns every careless decree

Another part shrugs like it’s nothing to me

Cognitive dissonance has frozen me still

Where rebellion and reverence battle for my free will

Some nights I despise what I see in my skin

Other nights I don't feel the conviction within

That apathy chills like a spiritual frost

When the soul understands

What the conscience has lost

I still know the throne stands eternal and bright

And the King will return in unspeakable light

But the war in my chest never seems to restore

Faith is barely breathing…

While my pulpit

Is burned to the floor...

🤖Bridge – Gospel Choir🤖

Ashes falling…

Truth remains…

Even when the pulpit

Burns in flames…

Ashes falling…

Mercy calls…

Even when the preacher

Falls…

🤖Final Chorus🤖

Burn the pulpits, let the false light fall

Every crooked sermon getting scorched by the call

I was tearing down the idols of the modern church crowd

Then the smoke cleared out…

My own pulpit burning down

Pull the beam from my eye before I judge the blind

Tried to cleanse the temple with a heart misaligned

Pointing fingers at the wolves while I'm shouting truth loud

But the fire I started…

Burned my pulpit to the ground