EUPHORIA

EUPHORIA
THE NAZARENE

[INTRO]

They cried when the fiction died.
Blue light on every face.
But who mourns the soul inside
drifting far from grace?

Credits roll.
Breath gets thin.
Euphoria fades.
Christ calls sinners in.

[VERSE 1]

Timeline full of tears for a scripted scene,
phone glow blue with a midnight sheen.
Everybody feels when the character falls,
but real death knocks and the whole world scrolls.

I’m not mocking the tears, I know grief speaks,
even fake graves touch real heartbeats.
But if fiction can pierce that deep,
why does the soul stay numb in sleep?

One girl gone on a glowing screen,
real rooms empty where the laughter’s been.
Mums still weep by the bedroom door,
trainers downstairs but the feet no more.

We know the ache when the story ends,
when the last post lands and the silence bends.
But Scripture says there’s a final breath,
then judgement comes on the heels of death.

No one knows when the hour draws near,
young heart strong then the line goes clear.
Chest still rising is mercy on loan,
dust got dreams but it can’t own bone.

Broad road sweet with a velvet sound,
lights look soft but the end goes down.
Pleasure can smile while it steals your years,
euphoria fades into real-world tears.

So hear this call while the door’s still wide,
not hate in my mouth, just a wounded cry.
Christ is life when the screens go cold,
don’t trade your soul for a feeling sold.

[HOOK]

Euphoria fades when the credits roll,
but Jesus still saves the dying soul.
Turn while the door is open wide,
Christ is the Life on the other side.

Blue light tears, but the truth still speaks,
sin runs deep and the flesh is weak.
Come home now, let the old life die,
Jesus gives life that will never die.

[VERSE 2]

Culture sells escape with a perfect face,
pain in designer, shame in lace.
Everybody chasing a softer high,
trying not to think of the day they die.

Some get numb in the party noise,
some get lost in a lover’s voice.
Some hide guilt in a Sunday seat,
clean white shirt with unwashed feet.

The prophets cried in the market square,
“Seek the Lord while His mercy’s there.”
Isaiah said come, buy wine, buy bread,
without price, let your dead heart live.

Jeremiah wept when the people lied,
hearts carved stone with a holy outside.
Ezekiel saw dry bones rise,
God put breath where the grave looked wise.

But we say, “Later, I’m still too young,”
same old song with a borrowed tongue.
Then the bell rings, and the room goes still,
no more scrolling, no more will.

Hell is real, I say that with tears,
not for theatre, not for cheers.
God is holy, sin is not small,
every proud heart must answer the call.

And don’t let church masks keep you numb,
saying “Lord” while you will not come.
Saving faith is not stage-light glow,
it bows to Christ and lets idols go.

If a show can make whole timelines grieve,
let godly sorrow make dead hearts breathe.
Not shame that crushes you into night,
but mercy that leads you back to the Light.

[HOOK]

Euphoria fades when the credits roll,
but Jesus still saves the dying soul.
Turn while the door is open wide,
Christ is the Life on the other side.

Blue light tears, but the truth still speaks,
sin runs deep and the flesh is weak.
Come home now, let the old life die,
Jesus gives life that will never die.

[VERSE 3]

Here is the Gospel, no fog, no game,
sin is the wound and we all bear blame.
Holy God and a rebel race,
no clean hands without saving grace.

Jesus Christ came in human flesh,
true man breathing in dust and death.
No sin in Him, no stain, no lie,
yet He came for the lost to die.

Cross on His back, blood from His brow,
mercy was speaking then, mercy speaks now.
Nails went in and the sky turned dim,
judgement fell on the Lamb for sin.

He shed His blood for the guilty stain,
bore our curse, bore our shame.
Cried out loud, then gave His breath,
entered fully the valley of death.

They buried His body, the stone was sealed,
hope looked hidden, the wound looked real.
But the third day broke with a holy sound,
Jesus rose bodily out of the ground.

Not a symbol, not a vibe, not a dream,
death got split by the risen King.
Scars in His hands, life in His voice,
repent and believe, this is the choice.

Turn from sin, don’t drift, don’t wait,
broad road smiles but it ends at a gate.
Faith is not a caption or borrowed style,
it is coming to Christ as a guilty child.

Bring Him your numbness, bring Him your night,
bring Him the tears from the blue screen light.
Bring Him the grief that you cannot explain,
He gives new birth through His holy Name.

[BRIDGE]

Mercy for the addict.
Mercy for the proud.
Mercy for the quiet one
crying in the crowd.

Blood for the guilty.
Grace for the numb.
Life in Jesus
for all who come.

Come while your lungs still rise.
Come while the door stays wide.
Come while the Spirit calls you.
Come to the Crucified.

[FINAL HOOK]

Euphoria fades when the credits roll,
but Jesus still saves the dying soul.
Turn while the door is open wide,
Christ is the Life on the other side.

Blue light tears, but the truth still speaks,
sin runs deep and the flesh is weak.
Come home now, let the old life die,
Jesus gives life that will never die.

Euphoria fades, but the King still calls,
mercy stands at the narrow walls.
Lay down sin, let the old life die,
Jesus is Life that will never die.

[OUTRO]

When the credits roll,
your soul remains.
Turn to Jesus Christ.
Mercy still calls your name.