[Verse 1] We build our names on stages made of sand, We dress our wounds and call ourselves complete, We lead the room but never understand The hollow throne beneath our polished seat. We preach the grace we’ve never let inside, We raise the flag of every gift we own, And call it strength the hunger that we hide — A king who rules a kingdom built alone. [Chorus] Oh, we carry it so well, No fever and no pain to tell, We look so whole but something’s wrong beneath — Pride Asymptomatic. [Verse 2] We count the rooms, we measure every crowd, We need the nod before we feel we’re real, We wear our calling like a coat of proud, And never name the wound we’re trying to heal. The validation’s never quite enough, The honour fades before we leave the stage, We built ourselves and told ourselves it’s tough — A gilded cage we learned to decorate. [Chorus] Oh, we carry it so well, No fever and no pain to tell, We look so whole but something’s wrong beneath — Pride Asymptomatic. [Instrumental] [Bridge] But there was One who laid His glory down, Who traded heaven’s throne for borrowed ground, He wore our shame, He wore our hollow crown — And loved us while the sickness lingered on. The cross exposed what comfort tried to hide, The blood became the cure we couldn’t buy, He didn’t come for those who never died — He came for every soul too proud to cry. [Final Chorus] Now we carry something real, Every scar a grace revealed, We stopped pretending we could heal ourselves — Pride Asymptomatic.
