Silver Halo Verse 1 Another candle on the television. Another headline dressed in black. Another genius turned to merchandise, Another body they won’t get back. They sold the scars before the records. Sold the chaos with the tune. Everybody wants the photograph— Nobody wants the hospital room. Pre-Chorus We learned to call it freedom. We learned to call it art. Funny how the brightest stars Keep disappearing in the dark. Chorus Put another silver halo Over another broken name. We’ll sing along, We’ll buy the vinyl, We’ll cry, Then do the same. They told us pain looked beautiful. They made poison look like youth. Now our heroes keep getting younger… And nobody asks Who taught them The noose. Verse 2 The cameras love a slow collapse. A comeback sells, a funeral too. The contract says be unforgettable— It never tells you What it’ll do. Twenty-seven became a number. Now even that’s growing old. Heaven’s getting louder every year, While the stadiums keep getting sold. Pre-Chorus We keep confusing self-destruction With authenticity. Like bleeding is the only price For leaving something beautiful behind. Chorus Put another silver halo Over another broken name. We’ll frame the myth, Forget the warning, Wash the blood Out of the fame. They told us pain looked beautiful. They made poison look like youth. Now our heroes keep getting younger… And nobody asks Who taught them The truth. Bridge Maybe the greatest revolution Is growing old. Writing songs with shaking hands, Grey hair, Children, Quiet Sundays. Maybe surviving Is the most rebellious thing A legend can do. Final Chorus Put another silver halo… No. Leave the halo where it belongs. Give them mornings. Give them birthdays. Give them ordinary songs. Stop selling death Like it’s destiny. Stop calling ruin A rite of youth. ’Cause every child deserves a hero Who lives long enough To tell them The truth.
