Organ Smoke and Sub (versione 2)

Verse

Chapel roof still holds the choir

Organ pipes breathe fog and fire

Smoke machine where the hymn books were

Sub comes up through the wood and stirs

Stained glass shaking, colours bend

Every prayer got a bassline end

Incense mixing with the heat downstairs

Old ghosts nodding to the snares

Pre-Chorus

Is it worship or is it the sub I feel

Is the smoke from the pipes or the strobe wheel

Who's the choir now, who's the sound

Why's my chest the only holy ground

Chorus

Organ smoke and sub

Rising through the wood, up

Hands go up like it's a hymn

Organ smoke and sub

Verse

Pulpit's gone, the decks are there

Preacher's voice chopped in the air

Bassbin sits where the altar stood

Every knee bent 'cause the drop feels good

Candle wax and strobe light bleed

Same old building, brand new creed

Vestry door's a chill-out room

Smoke keeps rolling like it's got no room

Pre-Chorus

Is it worship or is it the sub I feel

Is the smoke from the pipes or the strobe wheel

Who's the choir now, who's the sound

Why's my chest the only holy ground

Chorus

Organ smoke and sub

Rising through the wood, up

Hands go up like it's a hymn

Organ smoke and sub

Bridge

Listen — the low end's a sermon now

Every head bowed to the same low sound

No verse, no chapter, just the kick and snare

Congregation's floating, nobody's there

Chorus

Organ smoke and sub

Rising through the wood, up

Hands go up like it's a hymn

Organ smoke and sub