Altar of Self Lyrics | R.J. Sloane

Altar of Self is an outlaw country song by R.J. Sloane about a man who has made a god of his own feelings and called it faith.

Every excuse can sound like scripture if you say it with enough conviction. This is the moment the mirror cracks — when the shrine you built to yourself stops looking like freedom and starts looking like a grave.

Chiseled out a god of stone
Stood it in the hall
Every feeling made a law
None of it on me
Preach my truth to empty air
Congregation of one
Rewrite every ancient page
'Til nothing's left to save

Form of faith
Hollow sound
Down on my knees
To the ground

Built an altar to my name
Crowned every feeling king
Wrote scripture out of hunger
Swearin' that the lie is real
Call it righteous, call it healing
Call it light inside the dark
Just a dead man burnin' incense
For a statue with no heart
Altar of self

Crowned myself with hollow gold
Never have to bleed
Bless the venom on my tongue
Justify the greed
Bar the wooden door
Lock all warning out
Bury every quiet truth
In a louder shout

Form of faith
Hollow sound
Down on my knees
To the ground

Built an altar to my name
Crowned every feeling king
Wrote scripture out of hunger
Swearin' that the lie is real
Call it righteous, call it healing
Call it light inside the dark
Just a dead man burnin' incense
For a statue with no heart
Altar of self

No cross to bear
No dues to pay
Ruled myself
And looked away
Just a lover of self
Keepin' company with the dead
Shatter the altar
Burn the shrine
There's only one Maker
And He never looked like me

Built an altar to my name
Crowned every feeling king
Wrote scripture out of hunger
Swearin' that the lie is real
Call it righteous, call it healing
Call it light inside the dark
Just a dead man burnin' incense
For a statue with no heart

Congregation of one
Worshippin' the dust
Altar of self

Burn the shrine
Kneel for real

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