Verse 1 A whisper through the sleepless hum, a voice that says “don’t come undone.” No revolution, no grand design — just keeping thought alive this time. Chorus Quiet saints, in quiet defiance. Small acts of truth, against compliance. Verse 2 Attention as a form of care, to truly look, to really stare. The smallest no, the softest yes, is how we clean this mess. Bridge In silence we conspire, in thought we light the fire. It’s not the crowd that saves, but the one who still behaves. Outro Quiet saints, flicker in grey. Still human, anyway.
