[Verse] In the smoky shadows of the back row seat An old man nods along with tapping feet His eyes like weathered stones, cracked but alive Caught between the gospel and the drive [Pre-Chorus] And I wonder what he’s seen, what he believes In this room where silence always grieves [Chorus] He nods, he nods, like he’s breaking free From the chains of his worn history In the noise, in the crowd, through the city’s roar An old priest nodding at our punk encore [Verse] His hands are trembling, fingers stained with time A faded hymn stuck in a rebel rhyme He’s lost so much, but tonight he stays Finding light in these dissonant waves [Pre-Chorus] And I wonder what he’s fighting to keep In the echo of secrets he can’t speak [Chorus] He nods, he nods, like he’s breaking free From the chains of his worn history In the noise, in the crowd, through the city’s roar An old priest nodding at our punk encore [Bridge] Between confession and distortion, there’s a fragile line A clash of faith and fury, souls intertwine In the crackle of the amps, a silent vow He’s reaching out, but don’t ask how [Chorus] He nods, he nods, like he’s breaking free From the chains of his worn history In the noise, in the crowd, through the city’s roar An old priest nodding at our punk encore [Chorus] He nods, he nods, like he’s breaking free From the chains of his worn history In the noise, in the crowd, through the city’s roar An old priest nodding at our punk encore [Outro] Quiet nods in a restless night Searching for truth in the flashing light An old priest in the back, forevermore Nodding slow at our punk encore