Lyric

[Verse 1]

I type your name like sacred text

A password made to resurrect

I light the screen, it shines too bright

A second sun, a virtual rite

My faith is tagged, my soul online

In captions trimmed to fit the time

No altar here, no incense smoke

Just data trails I dare invoke

[Pre-Chorus 1]

I lift my hands in pixel prayer

And hope that someone, somewhere, cares

[Chorus]

I raise my hands to glass-lit skies

And wait for signals to reply

My digital amen scrolls

Through server clouds and silent goals

If no one sees, do I exist?

Or am I lost inside the mist?

[Instrumental Break 1]

[Verse 2]

My prayers are sent in status lines

Reviewed, rejected, marked benign

I sing in keys of neutral tone

The kind that leave no marks when shown

Each like becomes a tiny grace

Each share, a hope to find a place

I tithe in time, I fast from thought

Salvation measured, pixel-bought

[Pre-Chorus 2]

I cast my doubt into the feed

And watch it vanish—clean, complete

[Chorus 2]

I raise my hands to coded light

Believing wrong could still feel right

My faith is weak, but well designed

With every crash, I’m re-aligned

I kneel before a code divine

That says “You’re seen” — in bolded line

[Bridge]

Connection unstable…

(Is that your voice?)

Reconnecting soul…

(Or just white noise?)

[Instrumental Break 2]

[Final Chorus]

I raise my hands to glass-lit skies

And cry in scripts I can't revise

This syndrome whispers in my brain

That being seen could end the pain

And though no angel comes to call

I stream myself, and feel it all

[Outro – Whispered glitch prayer]

Amen

（Reboot complete.）