[Intro] [Intro] Low voice. Back gate. One lie dressed up like it came too late. [Verse 1] He came through the alley with a mouth full of matches, knocked where the father kept sleep. Didn’t bring proof. Didn’t bring daylight. Just a dirty little picture with teeth. He knew which fear had an old house key, knew which word made the shutters shake. So he fed the dark through the window bars and watched old blood wake. Not every knife has a handle. Some arrive as a tone. Some say, “Look what he took from you,” then leave you burning alone. The bed was still warm with a secret marriage. The city was cold with a public face. Love had barely learned its own name when the whisper gave it a race. [Chorus] Black ram whisper at the back of the door. Turn love into panic, turn a man into war. Say it real soft, make the whole house roar. Black ram whisper don’t need proof anymore. [Verse 2] By morning, the rumor had borrowed a carriage, rode through the court with polished shoes. Every clean hand found a reason not to question what it wanted to use. He smiled like a servant of honesty, kept the poison under polite. Said just enough to dirty the water, then stepped back from the fight. Now every look gets weighed like evidence. Every silence learns a charge. The woman becomes a locked room. The husband becomes a guard. This is how rot enters velvet— not as thunder, not as flame. One whisper points at a body, and the world supplies the shame. [Chorus] Black ram whisper at the back of the door. Turn love into panic, turn a man into war. Say it real soft, make the whole house roar. Black ram whisper don’t need proof anymore. [Bridge] Who taught the lie where to land? Who put the torch in another man’s hand? Who made fear sound like care? Who sold the cage as a father’s prayer? Don’t call it only jealousy. Don’t clean the blade that well. There was poison in the language before the private hell. One voice knocked. One house stirred. One love bled out from an older word. [Final Chorus] Black ram whisper at the back of the door. Turn love into panic, turn a man into war. Say it real soft, make the whole house roar. Black ram whisper don’t need proof anymore. [Outro] Low voice. Back gate. One lie walked in, and the room learned hate. [End]
