Plastic Halo

Silver tongue and steady hands
Virtue drawn in perfect plans
Sanctified in spotlight glow
Wearing what they need to know

Crown of wires, polished gold
Holy story never told
Angles sharp beneath the glow
Plastic halo, let it show

Say my name like I'm divine
Every lie becomes a sign

I'm wearing a plastic halo
Shining in artificial light
Every sin I bury low
Still crawling out at night
If grace is just a label
I'll fake it till it shows
Bow down to the halo
Nobody really knows

Virtue sold in thin disguise
Heaven painted in my eyes
Every sermon memorized
Every fracture minimized

Hold the posture
Stand up straight
Saints are built to imitate

I'm wearing a plastic halo
Shining in artificial light
Every sin I bury low
Still crawling out at night
If grace is just a label
I'll fake it till it shows
Bow down to the halo
Nobody really knows

Rip it off, let it fall
I was never holy at all
Break the crown, let it crack
There's no saint beneath the mask

I'm tearing the plastic halo
Throw it into the fire
No more artificial glow
No more buried desire
If grace was just a label
I'm done living the role
Burn down the halo
Take back control
Take back control