OnOrE — Conscience

[Verse 1] Stylish glam in a storm of flame, Cotton armor — but no real name. Pathetic clipmaker chasing fame, Needles as weapons — but no true aim. Under a Forbes cover — a painted ape, Nothing to add, nothing to scrape. I wanted that cover too. Yeah. I did. [Pre-Chorus] Cutting through ice, salt in the wound, Silent? Then listen soon. [Chorus] I am your conscience — hear me. I am your conscience — near you. Not your enemy, not your friend, I’m the judge you can’t suspend. Fame is fake. Truth is sound. I am your conscience. Heartbeat. Pound. [Verse 2] Anxiety sleeps when you feel eternal, Dust at your feet is the only internal. Why keep a conscience while crossing the line? Honesty’s not the edge — it’s the sign. How are you? Dare to reveal What hides in the corner of what you feel? I’m not your savior, not your foe, I’m the mirror you already know. [Bridge — whisper → burst] Quiet… You know the verdict. I am your court. [Final Chorus] I am your conscience — closer. I am your conscience — louder. No heaven, no hell — Just truth inside. Beat. Beat. Beat.