[Verse I] Tell me where I failed, and I will mend it. Name the weakness. I will make it cease. I have never feared a hard correction; Steel is strengthened underneath the beat. Say I was too proud, too slow, too trusting. Say I mistook hunger for a right. Give me any fault that I can master. Do not tell me I was right. [Pre-Chorus] I can bear disgrace. I can bear pain. I can lose my rank and earn it again. But what am I meant to become If obedience and treason end the same? [Chorus] Tell me where I failed. Put the fault into my hands. Give me something I can conquer, Something I can understand. I was taught that worth is proven, That the worthy will prevail. I can live with being faithless. I cannot live with having never failed. [Verse II] Do not call me blind for my devotion. Do not sneer at everything I knew. I have earned the strength that stands before you. Every scar upon me still is true. Vlaakith did not wield my blade in battle. Vlaakith did not make my courage mine. If the promise at the end was hollow, That does not make the road a lie. Yet I followed every mark upon it. Every turn was carved before my birth. Now the path has brought me to a blade-point. Tell me what obedience is worth. [Chorus] Tell me where I failed. Put the fault into my hands. Give me something I can conquer, Something I can understand. If I broke beneath Her testing, I will rise and bear the pain. But if faith itself condemns me, What would faithfulness have changed? [Verse III] Voss would have me trade one truth for another: Dead prince living. Lich queen on a stolen throne. All my people's promised exaltation Built to feed a hunger not our own. He says I owe my queen no more devotion. Easy words from one who turned away. Why should I exchange the creed that raised me For the creed a traitor brings today? And yet— He does not ask me to explain Why purification brought me pain. He does not need another test To make the pieces fit again. His answer fits. I hate it for that. [Bridge] If Vlaakith lied, then what was mine? The blade? The blood? The victories? The certainty that made me strong? The future I could almost see? No. Those are mine. My strength is mine. My discipline. My name. My will. She does not get to make them false Because I gave them to her still. But if those things belong to me— Then so must judgment. So must doubt. So must the thought I cannot silence No matter how I cut it out: What if there was nothing more I could have done to prove my worth? What if I gave everything required— And she condemned me first? [Final Chorus] Tell me where I failed. I am listening. Name the crime. Give me one command I shattered. Give me one forbidden line. I will take the shame upon me. I will bear it without wail. I would rather find the fault in me Than find I did not fail. Tell me where I failed. Tell me. I obeyed. [Outro] If I was weak, I can grow stronger. If I was blind, then I can see. If I betrayed my queen— ... No. No, that is not what happened. [quiet] Then what did?
