NO WIFI IN HELL

NO WIFI IN HELL
THE NAZARENE

[INTRO]

No signal.
No scroll.
No feed.
Just soul.

No swipe.
No bell.
No WiFi
in hell.

[VERSE 1]

Blue light bright on a dark-night face,
thumb moves fast but the heart lost pace.
Whole world trapped in a glowing cell,
but there’s no WiFi in hell.

No livestream there, no story to post,
no group chat jokes with a laughing host.
No mute button when the truth gets loud,
no crowd to hide in a digital crowd.

Man kept scrolling through mercy calls,
saw graveyard clips and ignored them all.
Every funeral was a warning bell,
but he tapped next like all was well.

Girl heard truth in a Gospel sound,
felt tears rise, then pushed them down.
“Not tonight, I’m too young,” she said,
then slept with sin in a king-size bed.

Don’t let the screen make your soul go numb,
don’t let the feed teach your heart to run.
The Lord still speaks while your lungs still rise,
don’t scroll past grace in the blue-lit lies.

This is not hate, this is smoke-alarm love,
warning from earth with heaven above.
Christ is calling through the noise and spell,
answer now, there’s no WiFi in hell.

[HOOK]

No WiFi in hell, no signal there,
no scroll, no screen, no digital air.
Turn while mercy still rings that bell,
run to Jesus, no WiFi in hell.

No WiFi in hell, no feed, no fame,
no blue light hiding your secret shame.
Come home now, let the old life die,
Jesus gives life that will never die.

[VERSE 2]

Algorithm knows what keeps you weak,
lust in the tabs and pride in the streak.
Anger feeds and the envy sells,
souls go numb where the dopamine dwells.

You laugh at judgement in comment chains,
then cry alone with your private pains.
You post “I’m blessed” with a hollow chest,
while sin keeps whispering, “Don’t confess.”

God sees more than your screen-time chart,
He sees the cache in the hidden heart.
Every dark click, every pride-fed thought,
every fake peace that your idols bought.

Books will open, no files corrupt,
no delete key when the Judge stands up.
No VPN for a guilty soul,
no hidden folder beyond His control.

Hell is real, and I’ll say it plain,
not for clout, not for drama, not fame.
God is holy, the dark can’t dwell,
and no app can save you from hell.

But the Cross still shines through the digital smoke,
Christ came down for the bound and broke.
Blood still speaks where the guilty fell,
come before there’s no WiFi in hell.

[HOOK]

No WiFi in hell, no signal there,
no scroll, no screen, no digital air.
Turn while mercy still rings that bell,
run to Jesus, no WiFi in hell.

No WiFi in hell, no feed, no fame,
no blue light hiding your secret shame.
Come home now, let the old life die,
Jesus gives life that will never die.

[VERSE 3]

Jesus Christ came through dust and skin,
true man walking where we drowned in sin.
No stain in His heart, no lie in His breath,
yet He stepped toward the jaws of death.

Hands that formed every wave and wire
were nailed to wood under judgement fire.
Blood ran down where my guilt stood signed,
mercy broke through for the screen-blind mind.

He cried “finished,” bowed His head,
entered the silence of the dead.
They sealed the stone, guards stood still,
but death could not hold the Father’s will.

Third day dawn with the grave undone,
body raised, everlasting Son.
Scars still bright, keys in His hand,
Christ is Lord over dust and land.

Silicon bows, and the signal bows,
all created things are under His crown.
Screens are dust, but the soul lives on,
where will you stand when your breath is gone?

Repent means turn from the glowing chain,
bring Him the lust, the pride, the pain.
Believe means trust in the risen King,
not the next post, not the next bright thing.

[BRIDGE]

No signal saves.
No screen redeems.
No scroll can wash
your secret dreams.

Blood can cleanse.
Grace can heal.
Christ is calling.
This is real.

Come while the door is open.
Come while your lungs still rise.
Come to the risen Saviour.
Come into life.

[FINAL HOOK]

No WiFi in hell, no signal there,
no scroll, no screen, no digital air.
Turn while mercy still rings that bell,
run to Jesus, no WiFi in hell.

No WiFi in hell, no feed, no fame,
no blue light hiding your secret shame.
Come home now, let the old life die,
Jesus gives life that will never die.

[OUTRO]

No signal.
No scroll.
No feed.
Just soul.

Answer Christ
while mercy still calls.