Hands Like Prayer, Heart Like War

INTRO (soft choir pad + distant bells, clean guitar arpeggio under a low drone) I learned the world is wounded, and every soul is a door. So I carry light in one hand, and in the other… more. VERSE 1 (measured groove; vocal steady, warm but unflinching) I’ve walked the ash where cities used to breathe, Heard hungry things recite their broken creeds. I’ve watched the desperate barter blood for hope, And held the line when faith was just a rope. My hands remember kindness like a skill, My spine remembers how to stand still. I don’t need temples built of marble bones, I make a sanctuary where I’m thrown. PRE-CHORUS (chords widen; drums lift; melody rises) When fear comes knocking with a thousand teeth, I answer calm and make it find relief. I’m no saint on a shelf, no ghost in the sky, Just a mortal with a reason not to die. CHORUS (big open chords; soaring hook; harmonies stack) I’m a Mystic, I mend what the night unmade, Turn pain to breth, turn ruin to blade. Grace in my veins, iron in my core, Hands like prayer… heart like war. VERSE 2 (heavier; bass more present; vocal gains grit) The world loves labels, sharp as wire, Healer. Freak. Prophet. Liar. But I’ve seen too much to play their games, Too many graves to care for names. I take the poison out, I stitch the torn, I pull the fever down before the morn. And if the darkness thinks I’m easy prey, I show it mercy first… then make it pay. PRE-CHORUS (repeat; higher harmony joins late) When fear comes knocking with a thousand teeth, I answer calm and make it find relief. I’m no saint on a shelf, no ghost in the sky, Just a mortal with a reason not to die. CHORUS (repeat bigger; lead guitar answers the vocal line) I’m a Mystic, I mend what the night unmade, Turn pain to breth, turn ruin to blade. Grace in my veins, iron in my core, Hands like prayer… heart like war. VERSE 3 (strip back: bass + light hats + pad; intimate vocal) Some days I shake when the quiet lands, Not from doubt, from what I understand. Every miracle costs, every blessing burns, And the universe always collects in turns. But I’ve watched a child open frightened eyes, Seen a friend stand up when they should’ve died. So let the storm come looking for my flame, I’ll hold it steady, I’ll speak my name. BRIDGE (half-time, heavy and cinematic; no call/response) I draw a circle in the dust and stand inside, Not to hide… to decide. Let the hate crash down, let it spend its breth, I’ve made a vow that outlasts death. FINAL CHORUS (extended; ad-libs; last lines hit hard) I’m a Mystic, I mend what the night unmade, Turn pain to breth, turn ruin to blade. Grace in my veins, iron in my core, Hands like prayer… heart like war. Hands like prayer… heart like war. OUTRO (fade on clean arpeggios + distant bells) If you’re lost, I’ll find you. If you’re broken, I’ll bind you. If you’re hunted… stand close.