See, this is why I don’t much like his Hallelujah. Wainwright makes it pretty, and sad. Where’s the anger at a petty, incomprehensible god tormenting his worshippers?
It’s not just Wainwright; most other recorded versions seem to blank out the rage, and even Leonard Cohen tiptoes over the most powerful bits.

The Hallelujah I want is one screamed by a despairing, half-crazed old man, beaten by the world but adoring it regardless. I haven’t heard it yet.