I can feel the itch. The temptation to cast the spell. To become the shape that fits your hell. (I know the move.) I could read the missing pieces in your soul, Play the Ideal Lover, take complete control. Manufacture anxiety just to pull you near, Whisper the salvation that you crave to hear. I could play the Rake, dancing with the danger, Promise you devotion from a perfect stranger. The script is written in the neon light, Ready to perform, ready for the night. But I am stepping back from the theater floor, I’m locking up the stage and I’m bolting the door. If I fracture my truth just to catch your eye, I’m just a mirror waiting for the lie. I offer no ILLUSION, I offer no myth. Just the heavy silence that I’m standing with. I’m not the reflection, I’m not the fake, I am the reality you cannot break. UNCOLLAPSABLE. (Uncollapsable…) Breathing down the front, past the knot of fear, I’m not using absence just to keep you here. This isn’t the Coquette playing cold and hard, This is the King laying down the card. No soft sell strategy to make you mine, I’m breathing in the belly, straight up the spine. Refusing to perform for the cheap applause, I’m living at the edge, rewriting the laws. You want the FANTASY? I give you the WEIGHT! Not a game! Not a bait! I value the purpose more than the prize! Look at the truth burning in the eyes! RAVISH THE SOUL! BREAK THE MOLD! You don’t get the ghost. You get the man. (I am simply… here.) No script. Just truth.
