[Intro] Set the table. Light the room. Lay the oath between us two. Tell me, love, before we’re through… what would you do? [Verse 1] You let a stranger through the gate, called him shelter, called him safe. A father-mask in borrowed light, but the ink moved different late at night. You gave him pieces I couldn’t reach, soft confession, hidden speech. I stood outside your guarded door, still asking what the silence was for. Then you forged a ghost with another name, a forbidden flame I never knew. I asked where the vision came from, but the trail disappeared with you. [Pre-Chorus] Every question turned to smoke. Every answer came half-true. So place your hands inside my wounds and tell me what you’d do. [Chorus] What would you do if you were me and I was you? If I gave my warmth to another room, then swore the cold was proof. Would you call it trust? Would you call it fair? Would you kneel and wait while I was never there? What would you do if you were me and I was you? [Verse 2] Then came the wine by another hearth, the borrowed father, the open dark. You asked to sleep where the embers grew, and called me cruel for seeing through. Then came the road, the roaring crowd, the gilded wagon, the hungry mouths. You left your ally in the noise, and followed fame with laughing boys. You said the blade had missed your skin, said nothing happened, let it end. But I was still the one outside, holding questions you denied. [Pre-Chorus] Every warning became control. Every tear became my shame. You lit the fire, closed the door, then asked me not to name the flame. [Chorus] What would you do if you were me and I was you? If I gave my warmth to another room, then swore the cold was proof. Would you call it trust? Would you call it fair? Would you kneel and wait while I was never there? What would you do if you were me and I was you? [Bridge] I cried beneath the altar stone. I begged to understand. But every witness heard your grief before I got the stand. You painted horns on my shadow, gave the court your favorite view. But I was the only soul involved not invited into truth. Another night. Another flame. Another door without my name. Another story built outside the only heart it crucified. [Breakdown] What would you do? Trade skin with me. Would you stay quiet? Would you stay clean? Would you call it nothing if I hid between? Would you forgive the smoke? Would you bless the lie? Would you still call me loyal if I watched you cry? I was not blind. I was not cruel. I was the oath you learned to use. [Final Chorus] What would you do if you were me and I was you? If I made you beg for common truth, then called your pain abuse. Would you call it love? Would you call it grace? Would you hold the line while I erased your place? What would you do if you were me and I was you? [Outro] Set the table. Kill the lights. Lay the oath beneath the knife. No crown. No throne. No borrowed truth. Just answer me once… What would you do? Blood on the Mic is now streaming on Amazon Music, Spotify, Pandora, YouTube Music, and other major platforms. Thanks for listening and supporting the world we’re building.
