[Intro] Aye. If you’re waiting for comforting words, wrong classroom. Sit down. [Verse 1] Mad-Eye. Scar-face. Boot stomp. Slow pace. Eye spins full-round all day—tick-tick. See through brick walls, locked doors, cheap tricks. See hidden wands. See cloak seams. See liars sweat through rehearsed speech. See fear hit first years halfway down the hall. Useful eye. Missed the traitors though. Funny, that. Students used to stare too long. Half looked sick. Half looked impressed. Called me terrifying behind my back— usually lived longer than the rest. Constant vigilance. That’s the lesson. Check your drinks. Count exits. Learn weapons. Dark wizards don’t arrive snarling through thunder. Most smile first. [Hook] CONSTANT VIGILANCE. EYE ON THE DOOR. TRUST TOO FAST— DON’T TRUST NO MORE. CONSTANT VIGILANCE. COUNT EVERY BREATH. MOST MEN LOOK NORMAL RIGHT BEFORE DEATH. [Verse 2] Death Eaters dressed proper. Spoke clean. Soft hands. Sharp rings. Cold teeth. That’s what children misunderstand about evil— it rarely looks diseased. Rosier laughed till his jaw broke sideways. Dolohov screamed different once the curse turned. Karkaroff sang names before the second night. Cowards melt quickly when the fear burns. Ministry men wrote reports indoors. We kicked cursed doors off stone frames. Lost good Aurors in stairwells, basements, safehouses— paperwork still spelled their names wrong. Eye sees through walls. Through desks. Through skin. Can’t see loyalty. Never could. That’s the bloody joke of it. Would’ve saved me years if it did. [Bridge / Rapidfire] Flask clink. Coat shift. Eye twitch. Don’t slip. Floor creak. Wand snap. Wrong move—closed casket. Nice smiles hide knives. Polite men tell lies. Pretty words mean danger. Calm voices mean death sometimes. Then Crouch took my face. My voice. My walk. My place. Used my eye. Drank from my flask. Taught children wearing my scars like costume masks. Think on that awhile. Man sees through stone walls but not the bastard standing beside him smiling. [Verse 3] Potter listened carefully. Rare trait. Most people hear warnings too late. Boy already moved like prey animals move— head turning first when the room changed shape. Good instincts. Bad life. Dumbledore trusted people too deeply. Snape looked guilty every waking second. Half the Order seemed one sleepless night away from drawing wands on each other. War does that. Makes paranoia practical. Students thought I was mad. Maybe fair. But they also copied me. Saw them checking corners years later. Watching hands. Sitting near exits. Surviving. That’s close enough to gratitude for me. [Final Hook] CONSTANT VIGILANCE. LOCK EVERY ROOM. FEAR KEPT MORE MEN ALIVE THAN COURAGE EVER DO. CONSTANT VIGILANCE. EYE NEVER RESTS. PEACE IS JUST QUIET BETWEEN NEW THREATS. [Outro] People feared the eye. Truth? The eye was easy. The hard part was learning how often monsters looked ordinary.
