SHE FEEDS ON THE FALL She doesn't need the money She doesn't need the crown She only needs somebody To watch them falling down She never has to raise her voice She never has to make a scene She only has to close the door And rewrite what has been seen There's something in the silence When somebody starts to break A little light behind her eyes A smile she doesn't have to fake She watches people lose their ground Then calls it just the way things are She turns their pain into a story Where somehow she becomes the scar She knows exactly where to press Exactly what to leave unsaid She can turn a room against you Then walk away and shake her head And nobody sees the mechanism Nobody sees the hand Because she wraps control in kindness And calls the cage a helping hand She feeds on the fall She lives where the weak ones crawl When somebody loses everything Something inside her comes alive She doesn't need to raise her voice She only needs to take the choice And when somebody starts to fall She smiles behind it all She doesn't need to own the truth She only needs to own the room Change one name, erase one line And let suspicion do the rest She turns affection into currency And silence into law You learn that love can disappear The moment you refuse to crawl She keeps the doors half-open Just enough to make you wait Then tells the world you're difficult For standing at the gate She feeds on the fall She lives where the weak ones crawl When somebody loses everything Something inside her comes alive She doesn't need to raise her voice She only needs to take the choice And when somebody starts to fall She smiles behind it all Maybe she doesn't want the money Maybe money is only the disguise Maybe what she really wants Is to watch somebody lose their size To see them question their own memory To watch them beg to be believed To take the thing they once stood on And make them grateful just to breathe She calls it coincidence. She calls it misunderstanding. She calls herself the victim While the wreckage keeps expanding. And if you ever say, "This isn't right..." She doesn't answer. She changes the story. One name erased One door closed One story changed Nobody knows One person isolated Another made afraid A little more control With every move she makes And when the damage is complete She stands there looking clean Like nothing ever happened Like nobody has ever seen She feeds on the fall She lives where the weak ones crawl When somebody loses everything Something inside her comes alive She doesn't need to raise her voice She only needs to take the choice And when somebody starts to fall She smiles behind it all She feeds on the fall But she can never feed on truth Because truth doesn't need permission And truth survives without her You can rewrite the story. You can close the door. You can make the victim Question what they knew before. But there is one thing Control can never own: The truth. And when the room goes quiet... The truth is still there.
