Synthetic Seraphim | Official Audio

Psalms of the Crusader Album: Dissonance & Distress Vol II Song: Synthetic Seraphim Synthetic Seraphim explores identity, transformation, and the struggle between who we are and who the world expects us to be. Wrapped in religious imagery and futuristic symbolism, the song follows a soul caught between labels, expectations, and self-discovery. It is not written to condemn or celebrate any particular path. Instead, it explores the deeply human desire to be seen, understood, and accepted for who we believe ourselves to be. At its core, Synthetic Seraphim asks a simple question: Who gets to decide who we are? Psalms of the Crusader – D&D Vol. 2 [Verse 1] Born from a screen glow Blueprints in a bright white file Check boxes New codes Typing out a human trial Mirror on a clean slate Soft skin Barcode at the spine Whose hands drew this new face Yours or some committee line [Chorus] Synthetic seraphim They wrote your wings in a lab note margin You breathe They call it sin Like you’re a glitch in an old cold garden But every pulse you feel Cuts through the script they sell as real Synthetic seraphim You are the error that breaks their hymn (yeah) [Verse 2] Name tags Wrong name They cling to the first draft lie You shift They feel shame Terrified their rules might die Hearts don’t read blue print No stamp on the soul you claim You walk through their imprint Turn their labels into flame (hey!) [Chorus] Synthetic seraphim They wrote your wings in a lab note margin You breathe They call it sin Like you’re a glitch in an old cold garden But every pulse you feel Cuts through the script they sell as real Synthetic seraphim You are the error that breaks their hymn [Bridge] Who gets to forge the flesh Who signs the breath The blood The bone If every law they etched Was just a cage in a priest’s ringtone You tear the tags away Rewrite the body like a prayer Fabric of life They fray You are the thread that says “I’m here” (I’m here!) [Instrumental Break] [Short drum solo Rolling toms into rapid double‑kick run] [Blazing guitar solo climbs Bends And dives over shifting chords] [Chorus] Synthetic seraphim They wrote your wings in a lab note margin You breathe That’s sacred skin Not just a line in their old doctrine And every pulse you feel Burns through the mold they sold as real Synthetic seraphim You are the truth that rewrites them (oh) You are the truth that rewrites them