[Spoken Intro] Let the record show: I came for answers. You came with another fucking story. [Verse 1] Seventeen months and the wheels never turned Except a hundred and forty-five hours while the money got burned No tenders, no demos, no reason, no plan Just missed opportunities slipping through your hands I came to that table with a knot in my chest Thinking face-to-face might cut through the mess But you sat there calm and looked into my eyes Shook my hand once—then fed me more lies [Pre-Chorus] “Report next week” “Minutes tonight” Every word disappeared when I walked out of sight You call it business I call it betrayal Another empty promise Another fucking failure [Chorus] You lied to my face Right across that table Straight through your teeth Like the truth wasn’t able Scumbag—hiding behind your calm While my whole damn family carried the harm You lied to my face But I won’t forget This is the truth in the minutes The minutes you never sent [Verse 2] You brought no money when you took that chair Just a mouth full of promises and borrowed air Took the keys, took the gear, took control of the wheel Then buried every question that got too fucking real The websites were waiting, the enquiries went cold Every open door was left there to fold I begged for a plan—you handed me fog Then painted yourself clean in a bullshit log [Pre-Chorus] “Give me more time” “It’s nearly complete” Same tired excuses on permanent repeat You kept me waiting You watched me break Now hear the fucking noise That your silence helped create [Chorus] You lied to my face Right across that table Straight through your teeth Like the truth wasn’t able Scumbag—hiding behind your calm While my health and my family carried the harm You lied to my face But I won’t forget This is the truth in the minutes The minutes you never sent [Spoken Bridge] For the record: Seventeen months. No revenue. No proper plan. No straight answers. Only silence, excuses And another deadline that vanished. You thought I would carry this quietly. You were wrong. [Breakdown] Fuck your “next week” Fuck your fake concern Fuck every bridge you stood back and watched burn Fuck your calm voice Fuck your empty chair Fuck pretending you were ever fucking there You don’t own my future You don’t own my name And I will not keep carrying Your failure and your shame [Final Chorus] YOU LIED TO MY FACE RIGHT ACROSS THAT TABLE BUILT YOUR STORY HIGH BUT THE FOUNDATION WAS FATAL SCUMBAG—NOW I SEE WHAT YOU ARE JUST A TRAIL OF EMPTY WORDS AND UNHEALED SCARS YOU LIED TO MY FACE BUT I’M NOT FINISHED YET I’LL WRITE THE FUCKING TRUTH IN THE MINUTES YOU NEVER SENT [Outro] The meeting is over. The silence is broken. And this time— It’s on the record.
