[VERSE 1] You kept the books in disappearing ink Called it clean if nobody looked Built your heaven out of consequence Then edited the parts that shook Every promise had an exit wound Every truth came pre-denied You got good at moving decimal points Until the numbers learned to bite No thunder No sign No hand coming out of the sky Just cause Meeting effect RIGHT. ON. TIME. [PRE-CHORUS] Funny how the weight feels different When the scale remembers you Nothing disappeared IT JUST ACCRUED [CHORUS] HERE COMES THE RECKONING Not a warning— Not revenge Just the consequence Of consequence Coming back around again You can bury every footprint You can bleach the bloodless floor But every door you closed behind you KEPT THE SHAPE OF WHAT IT SAW Here comes the reckoning And it already knows your name [VERSE 2] You wore innocence like rented skin Perfect fit from far away Turned the mirror toward the witnesses Then blamed them for what it displayed You made a language out of loopholes Made an alibi from air But a lie repeated beautifully Still leaves fingerprints somewhere No judge No jury No righteous hand required You stacked the wood yourself I JUST BROUGHT THE FIRE [PRE-CHORUS] Funny how the truth gets heavier The longer that you make it wait Nothing disappeared IT GAINED WEIGHT [CHORUS] HERE COMES THE RECKONING Not a warning— Not revenge Just the consequence Of consequence Coming back around again You can bury every footprint You can bleach the bloodless floor But every door you closed behind you KEPT THE SHAPE OF WHAT IT SAW Here comes the reckoning And it already knows your name [BRIDGE — HALF-TIME] No angels No demons No prophecy No reason No cosmic hand No grand design Just everything you set in motion ARRIVING. ON. TIME. [BREAKDOWN] You called it history I CALL IT EVIDENCE You called it over I CALL IT INTEREST You called it buried Dig. [DEAD STOP] Still there. [FINAL CHORUS] HERE COMES THE RECKONING No forgiveness No revenge Just the consequence Of consequence Reaching its inevitable end Every bridge you burned for warmth Left a light for me to follow You spent tomorrow yesterday— NOW TOMORROW CAME TO COLLECT [OUTRO] Nothing haunted you. Nothing cursed you. Nothing followed you home. You simply lived long enough to meet what you made.
