[Intro – hollow wind, distant choir… but something is missing] (quiet, searching) I know this silence… …but it does not know me. [Verse 1 – worn, restrained, failure hanging on every word] I tore at the seams of a sleeping sky, Split open truths that refuse reply. Every door I break apart Leads me back to where you are… not. Ash in my hands where hope should be, Echoes that mock what used to be me. I bend the laws, I break the frame— And still the end is just the same. [Pre-Chorus – rising frustration, cracking composure] I’ve called through fire, through blood, through flame, Through every unforgotten name— But heaven answers me with none… Not even to its fallen son. [Chorus – powerful, desperate, shouting into divine absence] SAY SOMETHING—! Even if it’s just to condemn! Break this silence—bend me, end me— Just don’t leave me here again! I would crawl through ruin’s breath, Kneel beneath a second death— If there’s a path, if there’s a way— WHY WON’T YOU TELL ME WHAT TO PAY?! [Verse 2 – quieter, almost trembling, realization creeping in] The stars don’t sing the way they did, The light feels… distant, counterfeit. Was I cast out… or did I fall So far I cannot hear at all? I trace the shape of what I knew, A throne, a voice… a point of view. But every prayer dissolves in air— A conversation no one’s there. [Pre-Chorus – softer, dread setting in] Or worse… you hear me every time, And choose to leave me to this climb… [Chorus – less rage, more breaking] Say something… Even just a whisper low… A single word I used to know… A fragment I can follow through… A sign that I still matter to you… I would trade my name, my flame, Everything I overcame— If silence is my only cost… Then tell me what I’ve truly lost… [Bridge – spoken, slow, unraveling… then realization strikes] (quiet… almost childlike) Father… I don’t know how to do this alone. (soft, dawning horror) I do know the word you’d say… [Final Chorus – conflicted, torn between pride and desperation] Repent…? You would have me crawl and break— Undo the choice I chose to make? Erase the fire that made me fall… Just to be nothing at all? (voice cracks, then rises again) BUT IF THAT’S THE ONLY KEY— If that’s the price to set her free…then why… can’t I say it? [Outro – fading, incomplete, like a prayer cut in half] I stand at the edge of what I’ve become… With one word left… on a silent tongue… …and no one… to hear it.
