The Words Cost Too Much 🐇🍸🎶

By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe © 2026 Mark Damon Bitkower. Lyrics & written content are original and owned by the author. All rights reserved. No reproduction, redistribution, or use without prior written permission. 🐰🌙𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝕾𝖑𝖎𝖒𝖘🌙🐰 JackRabbit Slims is the creative persona of Mark Damon Bitkower, a high-output Suno lyricist building a serialized mythological music universe through AI-assisted songcraft. His work blends Jungian shadow work, Joseph Campbell’s hero’s journey, noir cinema, trauma recovery, INFJ pattern recognition, and forensic empathy into what functions less like a playlist and more like a living novel. Across tens of thousands of songs, JackRabbit Slims turns personal history, archetypal psychology, and cinematic world-building into battle hymns for outsiders, introverts, wounded healers, and sovereign minds. ( Home of Chaos Crew & Cobblestone) [Spoken Intro] Tonight at The Cobblestone, rain is finding every weak place in the old roof. Buckets by the fireplace. Candles on the tables. Red moon over Dublin like it knows what we never said. Before we begin, a shout out to **Jackrabbit Slims Brand Absinthe** for raising money to repair the roof on this beautiful haunted room. The bartender lifted a green glass and said, “The ceiling may leak, but the song still holds.” She smiled at the microphone. “This one,” she said, “is for the people who were never empty. Just expensive to understand.” [Verse 1] I sat inside the laughter with a storm behind my teeth, hearing every hidden sentence no one meant to leave. I knew where the night was going. I knew who would disappear. I knew the smile was borrowed and the truth was standing near. But I have learned what happens when I speak before the room has made a little altar for the thing I’m carrying through. So I held it in the silence. I let the moment pass. Some truths don’t turn to lanterns. Some truths just break the glass. [Chorus] The words cost too much, so I kept them behind my eyes. I saw the storm before the room ever looked up at the sky. You thought my silence meant nothing, but nothing was never true. The words cost too much, love, so I carried them for you. [Verse 2] That hurt me more than I said. That changed the way I stayed. I forgave you in the morning, but the bridge was rearranged. I did not stop the loving. I did not turn to stone. I only moved the fragile things where they could not be thrown. And I had dreams I never showed you, half-built houses in my chest, plans too holy for a laugh from someone passing through as guest. So I worked while you were sleeping. I wrote where no one knew. Some fires need a hidden room before they make it through. [Chorus] The words cost too much, so I kept them behind my eyes. I saw the storm before the room ever looked up at the sky. You thought my silence meant nothing, but nothing was never true. The words cost too much, love, so I carried them for you. [Bridge] I’m not gone. I’m rebuilding. I’m not cold. I’m out of light. I’m not punishing the doorway. I’m remembering my life. My silence is not empty. It is crowded, deep, and bright. It is every careful sentence waiting for the proper night. But some of it deserves air. Some of it deserves a name. Not to every hungry room, not to every passing flame. To the ones who sit beside me without trying to pry me loose, to the hands that hold the quiet without turning it to proof. [Final Chorus] The words cost too much, so I kept them behind my eyes. I saw the storm before the room ever looked up at the sky. You thought my silence meant nothing, but nothing was never true. The words cost too much, love, so I carried them for you. The words cost too much. But tonight I paid the price. I let one truth breathe softly under red moonlight. [Outro] So raise the green glass slowly for the hearts that speak with care, for the ones who hold whole worlds and wait for safer air. She lowered the microphone. The old room understood. The roof was leaking. The candles trembled. The absinthe glowed. And for once, the silence did not have to carry everything alone.