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
