[Verse] Night falls slow in Grandma’s den, Whispers drift where the shadows blend, Eyes like coffins, stories told, Faith in fire, heart so cold. Sugar sweet but poison’s near, Ladle dipped in a holy fear, She warns me soft, she warns me clear, “Child, the devil’s right here.” [Pre-Chorus] Steam rising, secrets twist, Underneath her prayerful kiss, Walk the line, don’t lose your soul— In her kitchen, truth’s ice cold. [Chorus] Cookin’ faith in a bitter pot, Grandma’s hands never stop, Whispering sins with every drop, Taste the warning, don’t you flop. Cookin’ faith, it’s a deadly game, Flames of grace wrapped in shame, In these stories, there’s no blame, But play with fire, you’re never the same. [Verse] Midnight oil, burning low, Faith and fear in the undertow, Bitter herbs and sacred wine, Mix the holy with the decline. Her voice drops low, a velvet curse, Blessings veiled in something worse, “Trust the bread but mind the knife, Love’s a war, surviving strife.” [Pre-Chorus] Steam rising, secrets twist, Underneath her prayerful kiss, Walk the line, don’t lose your soul— In her kitchen, truth’s ice cold. [Chorus] Cookin’ faith in a bitter pot, Grandma’s hands never stop, Whispering sins with every drop, Taste the warning, don’t you flop. Cookin’ faith, it’s a deadly game, Flames of grace wrapped in shame, In these stories, there’s no blame, But play with fire, you’re never the same. [Bridge] Smoke curls like a serpent’s tongue, Lessons dark and songs unsung, Faith and food, a twisted dance, One more chance, one last glance. [Chorus] Cookin’ faith in a bitter pot, Grandma’s hands never stop, Whispering sins with every drop, Taste the warning, don’t you flop. Cookin’ faith, it’s a deadly game, Flames of grace wrapped in shame, In these stories, there’s no blame, But play with fire, you’re never the same. [Outro] Night falls slow in Grandma’s den, Whispers fade but haunt again.