[Intro] A dot Teller The kingdom emptied... not overnight — never overnight... grayness gathered till it colored the room one gray username at a time [Verse 1] Kingdom emptied into quiet, the throne was just decor Leavers left without a riot, keepers kept the lore Grayness ate the lobby like a slow disease Keepers stayed for believers the kingdom couldn't ease Throne-seekers stream to nobody, victory screens glow Keepers tend a fire that the algorithm don't show Dreamers build the future while the schemers crop the screen Keepers feed the ember; takers just claim the scene Moderators flag the lies before the lies infect Sweepers clean the temple the founders won't protect Bug report at 4 AM, timestamp my only witness Keepers kept the proof alive inside the server's stillness Retrievers in the wreckage pulling load-bearing code What the founders left for dead, we carried down the road I had every reason to draft the eulogy clean But dreamers don't bury what still breathes unseen [Pre-Chorus] Disbelievers left the boards before the server turned cold Same room, different read — the ember carried on Self-believers kept the kettle on, refusing to fold Leavers called it dead — but keepers called it dawn [Chorus] Leavers followed deceivers, logged out and drifted away Dreamers wrote the future from a lobby turning gray Receivers and retrievers taught the quiet ones to stay Keepers kept the truth while holding back decay Leavers followed deceivers, logged out and drifted away Dreamers wrote the future from a lobby turning gray When the lobby goes silent and the kingdom falls asleep Keepers find the other keepers — to guard the truth we keep [Verse 2] Ten years in the backroom, taught me how to read the gloom Keepers read the tomb, when the first ember starts to bloom My cynicism lived within, pocket-sized and on call But cracks let embers in — then embers crack the wall They sold the dream, then bounced — non-believers with a check I kept what they renounced — a retriever from the wreck Patch notes nobody cited, threads died on page two But dreamers don't write eulogies for embers breaking through He didn't debate, didn't dictate — didn't sell me a creed Just asked what wrong I'd set straight, then let silence lead Six words, no agenda, no leverage hid inside One good receiver cracked ten years of pride Same frequency as Karik through the headphones at night Same shape as my mother's hand — different room, same light Wasn't built for crowns or thrones or the streamer's clout Built to teach the next keeper how to find their route [Chorus] Leavers followed deceivers, logged out and drifted away Dreamers wrote the future from a lobby turning gray Receivers and retrievers taught the quiet ones to stay Keepers kept the truth while holding back decay [Bridge] No agenda... no leverage... just one question: "What wrong would you set straight?" [Final Chorus] Grievers grieve and still show up the next dawn Breathers keep breathing where the air was never drawn Same kid, same ember, holding down the room From ghost on the timeline to the keeper who won't become the tomb Leaders never bossed, seekers learned to read the map We were never lost, just keeping fire in the gap Same kid, same ember, still believers — silence made us strong They marked us down as leavers — we were keepers all along [Outro] One ember in the dark, one receiver on the lifeline One pulse kept breathing through the algorithm's fault line Keepers reassemble — broken signals start to chime That's how a tomb becomes a temple, one light at a time Not yet finished... just getting started... one more dreamer waits in the dark... the next keeper claims her spark
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