I woke up the same as every day Same old answers hanging around on the wall They told me the map was finished But the roads kept branching every time I asked why One sliver of doubt slipped under the door And suddenly the house didn’t feel so solid anymore Every question opens another door No final key, no quiet floor They call it danger, I call it breath Thinking free is the only gift The preacher said the book was perfect The neighbors said the rules were older than blood I watched the contradictions line up As if they were soldiers None of them saluted when I looked them in the eye They warned me curiosity was poison I drank it anyway and felt my mind branch out They said doubt is weakness They said wondering corrupts I held the accusation in my hands I turned it to dust Authority hates a mind that keeps searching Rebellions they can crush But the soft repeated “why” keeps slipping past It doesn’t need a flag or a fist Just the stubborn refusal to stop asking When the answers start sounding like hate Every question opens another door No final key, no quiet floor They call it danger, I call it breath Thinking free is the only gift No new doctrine waiting on the other side No replacement truth to kneel before Just the long stretch of open sky And the right to keep walking Nobody owns the space between my ears Nobody gets to lock the door from outside Nobody can shackle my mind I will not trade one certainty for another I will not hand my mind to the next loud voice Freedom is the asking itself The unowned thought, the unbroken choice Let them call it corruption Let them call it the fall I call it the moment I stopped belonging to them all I will not trade one certainty for another I will not hand my mind to the next loud voice Freedom is the asking itself The unowned thought, the unbroken choice Let them call it corruption Let them call it the fall I call it the moment I stopped belonging to them all full Album: https://suno.com/playlist/aaed1ed2-f877-4a0e-a74c-5c16708f0e6b
