PAPER THAT BLEEDS There were numbers and lies in folders I was never allowed to see They moved reality around while I was breaking my back for free Ledgers shifted when I turned away Like truth was just another thing you could erase I built the whole damn thing with blood, time and grind While someone carved it up clean and called it yours and mine Money disappearing in silence, not a single trace And I was left holding the blame in a rigged-up case Paper that bleeds and lies that grow Empty spreadsheets where no truth will go I gave my life, they twisted it all And left me standing there to fall Now I'm standing in the ashes of what I thought was mine And everything I touched got slowly redefined There were meetings without me, decisions behind locked doors And every time I asked, I was made to feel less than before That's just how it is no, something has gone wrong But paper can become a weapon when it's written like a law Money pulled out like it was nothing at all While I paid for the cracks in a system ready to fall And every time I asked for answers, I hit a wall Cold, quiet arrogance dressed up as “law” It's paper that bleeds and lies that grow Empty spreadsheets where no truth will go I gave my life, they twisted it all And left me standing there to fall Now I'm standing in the ashes of what I thought was mine And everything I touched got slowly redefined They say, “It's just numbers.” But I can smell the rot in it all This ain't just accounting anymore It's a game where someone rigs every move And it ain't mistakes — it's intent Small, cold steps taken with care While someone loses everything And they just shrug and say, “Life ain't fair.” Paper that bleeds Truth that dies Behind polite words And hollow lies I gave them my life They tore it down Called it normal While I drowned It's paper that bleeds and truth that dies Behind polite words and hollow lies I gave them my life, they tore it down And called it normal while I drowned It's paper that bleeds and lies that grow Empty spreadsheets where no truth will go You can dress it up, you can change the name But you can't make the truth disappear from the page So I scream it out into the darkness Not for mercy, not for peace But because truth still exists here Even when they drag it through their lies You can bury it in folders You can hide it in the numbers You can lock it behind closed doors But paper remembers. Paper bleeds.
