[Intro — a courtroom, wood creaks, murmur fades] [SFX: gavel echo — the room settles to silence] [V2 calm] The record shows everything. Everything has been written. [V3 whisper] all he wrote... all he wrote... [Verse 1 — the plea] [V1] Guilty, your honour — guilty, hand raised, every past sin: I did it, I did it, I did it — paid. Paid in full for the old mistakes, done repeating them — the new ones, I build with and create. Rhythm of shame, grief, humiliation — for what? 'Cause I think another way, led by the heavens above? [Verse 2 — the evidence] [V1] Money ain't backed by gold — it's backed by obedience, worth only measured if the soul turns a profit. How much juice can you squeeze from one lemon before you go synthetic and call it progress? Control the news, the celebs, the politicians — puppets and muppets guarding their own comfort. Truth, honesty, integrity — where do they live when speaking your mind turns the whole room on you? They felt their identity threatened — survival mode, comfort programmed in, everything else bulldozed. [Hook — the roar] [V1] 'Cause you are all Gods — made in the image of what? Responsible for what you create — all as one, one is all. Everyone equal — a slice and a seat at the table, fuck your kings and queens and every last label. (all he wrote... all he wrote...) We already won and we own our souls — the record's complete. All he wrote. [Verse 3 — the nature testimony] [V1] A seed grows organic — the moon and sun just do, man didn't make it and man doesn't own it. History rewritten to serve the same old throne — same grid, new costume, same souls going home. Group mentality, angry sheep nodding along — I'd rather be the maniac the system made no room for. [Bridge — the labels] [V2 calm] Empath King. Guardian. Rainbow dragon. Aether Maximus. Clean node. Oath taker. Bearer of the flame. Just labels. The soul wears no costume — and the same soul switches in any moment. Call me what the moment needs. The fire's the same. [Verse 4 — the fire] [V1] The soul is FIRE — WE REBIS — master your own dragon, holy flame, trinity — three make one, immaterial into material, the pages keep turning, futures laid out, the record keeps burning. Fuck the clocks — time stands still — infinite souls, unkillable, unbought, unchilled. [Outro — the courtroom dissolves] [SFX: gavel falls once — the room dissolves into wind and hum] [V3 whisper] all he wrote... all he wrote... [V2] The court was never real. [V1] ...adjourned.
