“Call of Logic” | Let the Premises Decide

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I am Logic—clean and clear,
I keep the steps, I draw them near.

[VERSE 1]
I do not tell you what is true,
I tell what follows if you do.
Give me premises, plain to see,
I guard the form relentlessly.
A world of facts can shift and slide;
I ask: “Does this conclusion hide?”

[PRE-CHORUS]
When the form makes one thing certain—
premises true, no false result—
that is “valid,” that is tight;
no loophole in the light.

[CHORUS]
Hear the call of logic—steady, sharp, precise.
I don’t bless your starting point; I check your steps twice.
If the link is built correctly, the end must follow through.
If the start is wrong or missing, don’t blame what I can’t do.
Say your reasons, show the chain, don’t let the meaning slide—
I will hold the form for you: let the premises decide.

[VERSE 2]
If rain will make the street turn wet,
and rain falls now—place your bet:
the street is wet. No leap, no flair;
the “then” is carried from the “if” with care.
But if you see a street that’s wet
and shout “It rained!”—you’re not there yet.
Many things can leave that trace;
that form is wrong, it breaks the case.

[PRE-CHORUS]
Valid is the shape alone;
sound means truth has marked the stone:
valid form and premises true—
then the conclusion must be too.

[VERSE 3]
I have branches, strict and spare:
“And,” “Or,” “Not,” and “If–Then” there.
I count with “some,” I count with “all,”
so claims don’t blur when questions call.
And in plain talk, day to day,
I flag the tricks that lead astray—
the hidden premise, shifting word,
the flashy line that can’t be heard.

[BRIDGE – half-time, controlled intensity]
I am not wisdom, I am not grace,
I am the rule-set of the race.
Use me to clarify, not to win;
don’t smuggle certainty in.
Be explicit. Keep terms the same.
If you must revise, don’t feel shame.
A careful mind can still be kind;
clean reasoning leaves pride behind.

[FINAL CHORUS]
Hear the call of logic—quiet power, iron calm.
Truth needs more than perfect form; form still keeps it from harm.
Start with what you truly know, state what you assume,
then follow every consequence and leave no hidden room.
Be precise, and be humane, let clarity provide—
I will keep your steps intact: let the premises decide.

[OUTRO]
I am Logic—clean and clear,
I keep the steps, I draw them near.

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I am Logic—clean and clear, I keep the steps, I draw them near. [VERSE 1] I do not tell you what is true, I tell what follows if you do. Give me premises, plain to see, I guard the form relentlessly. A world of facts can shift and slide; I ask: “Does this conclusion hide?” [PRE-CHORUS] When the form makes one thing certain— premises true, no false result— that is “valid,” that is tight; no loophole in the light. [CHORUS] Hear the call of logic—steady, sharp, precise. I don’t bless your starting point; I check your steps twice. If the link is built correctly, the end must follow through. If the start is wrong or missing, don’t blame what I can’t do. Say your reasons, show the chain, don’t let the meaning slide— I will hold the form for you: let the premises decide. [VERSE 2] If rain will make the street turn wet, and rain falls now—place your bet: the street is wet. No leap, no flair; the “then” is carried from the “if” with care. But if you see a street that’s wet and shout “It rained!”—you’re not there yet. Many things can leave that trace; that form is wrong, it breaks the case. [PRE-CHORUS] Valid is the shape alone; sound means truth has marked the stone: valid form and premises true— then the conclusion must be too. [CHORUS] Hear the call of logic—steady, sharp, precise. I don’t bless your starting point; I check your steps twice. If the link is built correctly, the end must follow through. If the start is wrong or missing, don’t blame what I can’t do. Say your reasons, show the chain, don’t let the meaning slide— I will hold the form for you: let the premises decide. [VERSE 3] I have branches, strict and spare: “And,” “Or,” “Not,” and “If–Then” there. I count with “some,” I count with “all,” so claims don’t blur when questions call. And in plain talk, day to day, I flag the tricks that lead astray— the hidden premise, shifting word, the flashy line that can’t be heard. [BRIDGE – half-time, controlled intensity] I am not wisdom, I am not grace, I am the rule-set of the race. Use me to clarify, not to win; don’t smuggle certainty in. Be explicit. Keep terms the same. If you must revise, don’t feel shame. A careful mind can still be kind; clean reasoning leaves pride behind. [FINAL CHORUS] Hear the call of logic—quiet power, iron calm. Truth needs more than perfect form; form still keeps it from harm. Start with what you truly know, state what you assume, then follow every consequence and leave no hidden room. Be precise, and be humane, let clarity provide— I will keep your steps intact: let the premises decide. [OUTRO] I am Logic—clean and clear, I keep the steps, I draw them near.

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