No Cheap Salvation

[VERSE 1] They speak of their shadows the way one speaks of scenery— as if darkness were decoration, as if naming a demon made them holy or deep. They think they know. They know nothing. They flirt with the night without ever crossing its threshold. They call pain by its name without letting it touch their skin. They carve out words for things they’ve never followed into the bone-lit chambers of their own soul— never fought in the depths where the true creatures live. [VERSE 2] I know the descent, the true one— the fall into one’s private hell. I’ve watched the inner fire rise to meet my face. I’ve held the hand of what wished to devour me. I’ve lived through what meant to end me. I’ve gentled the beast that longed to kill. I know the shadow’s altar, where no witness stands, where no light intrudes, where no applause survives. [VERSE 3] They speak. I crossed through. They offer words. I carry scars. They imagine. I have seen. They think they know. I know. [VERSE 4] They believe themselves good. But I’ve learned the truth: every human bears a monster. Me. You. Them. And if we do not know them, they rise and rule us. Do you know yours? I know mine. [VERSE 5] There's no easy way... I won't lie. And... There will be no sermon here, no cheap salvation. There will be no sermon here, no cheap salvation. Never. NEVER. NEVER...