the WORD of mouth (insurrection mix)

[Intro — whispered] Before there was a scream… There had to be a mouth. Before there was a grave… Someone imagined digging down. They told me nothing lived inside a blank page. Then something scratched… From the other side. [Verse 1] I found a little word in the back of my throat, Wrapped in the dust of a suicide note. Changed one line till the ending let him live, That’s the kind of resurrection ink can give. My pen is a shovel, my desk is a crypt, I dig up the dreams that the daylight skipped. Drag them out trembling, teach them to stand, Give a nameless fear two feet and a hand. Built me a wolf from the things I suppressed, Now it howls out the grief I kept locked in my chest. Every black tooth is a truth I concealed— I made it a monster so I could say how I feel. [Chorus — eerie children’s choir] Little word, what have you done? Painted teeth upon the sun. Made the shadows learn to crawl, Put a heartbeat in the wall. Ink runs deep and roots grow wide, Who’s that knocking from inside? Say it once and watch it stir— Nothing wakes without the Word. [Verse 2] Imagination wears an undertaker’s coat, Measures up the silence, puts a song inside its throat. I made a haunted house from the home I never had, Every window holds a different kind of sad. The stairs are all the chances I was frightened to take, The basement is a promise that I watched somebody break. There’s a room without a handle where my oldest memories sleep, I can hear them moving furniture whenever I write deep. Then a stranger heard the song and said, “That house is mine.” Found their own reflection in a nightmare I designed. That’s influence: a whisper moving wall to wall, Till a thousand lonely voices know somebody heard them call. [Chorus — eerie children’s choir] Little word, what have you done? Painted teeth upon the sun. Made the shadows learn to crawl, Put a heartbeat in the wall. Ink runs deep and roots grow wide, Who’s that knocking from inside? Say it once and watch it stir— Nothing wakes without the Word. [Verse 3] But a beautiful sentence can sharpen a knife, Put a crown on a lie till it walks like life. I’ve seen hatred dressed in a lullaby’s clothes, Heard a crowd sing along without hearing the prose. So I weigh every creature before it leaves the room, Does it carry out a candle or deliver more gloom? I can give despair a face without building it a throne, Let the listener confront it without facing it alone. Turn the coffin to a cradle for a thought that won’t stay dead, Make a lantern from the nightmare that was feeding on my head. When the last note fades and the black curtains close, What I planted in your mind is the thing that grows. [Bridge — spoken, rising] The ghost is grief. The wolf is rage. The grave is silence. The door… the page. I didn’t write the dark because I wanted you to drown. I gave it walls and windows… So we could find a way out. [Final Chorus — children swelling into full harmony] Little word, what have you done? Stitched a wound into the sun. Made the shadows speak at last, Gave a voice to all that passed. Ink runs deep and roots grow wide, Leave a candle lit inside. Say it once and watch it stir— We make worlds inside the Word. [Outro — whispered] I closed the book. The knocking stopped. Then someone, somewhere… Started singing.