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build better

[Intro – soft piano, distant wind, low bass hum] Listen… No sirens. No prayers. No kings begging for one more chance. Just silence. Funny how honest the world sounds After the bullshit burns away. [Verse 1 – calm, reflective] You thought victory looked like crowns Like standing tall while the weak bowed down Nah—victory looks like empty streets And asking what deserves to breathe Looks like children without your fear Looks like truth no one has to hear Because it lives in how they stand Not written down by trembling hands I didn’t come to be adored I came because your world was bored Dying slow in polished lies Calling survival being alive [Pre-Chorus – quiet build] You wanted saving… What you needed Was the fucking mirror. [Chorus – heavy, powerful, restrained] NOW BUILD BETTER OR DON’T BUILD AT ALL DON’T RAISE NEW THRONES JUST TO WATCH THEM FALL NOW BUILD BETTER WITH BLOOD AND TRUTH WITH HANDS THAT SHAKE BUT STILL FUCKING MOVE NOW BUILD BETTER OR LEARN AGAIN HOW FAST A HEAVEN CAN TURN TO ENDING [Verse 2 – deeper, almost compassionate] I know what fear does to a mind Makes cages feel like shelter in time Makes people trade their names for peace Makes them call surrender relief Don’t do that. Don’t repeat Don’t dress your weakness up as belief Don’t teach your children smaller dreams Just because yours broke at the seams Let them be louder than you were Let them ask what still makes you hurt Let them tear down what should die That’s not rebellion—that’s being alive [Bridge – stripped, intimate] I was never your enemy… Just the consequence Of refusing to change. (deep low demon breath) Remember that. [Breakdown – slow, final] NO. MORE. FALSE. GODS. (deep demon roar, distant and fading) NO MORE FUCKING CHAINS [Final Chorus – biggest emotional release] NOW BUILD BETTER THIS IS YOUR TURN I LIT THE FIRE YOU DECIDE WHAT BURNS NOW BUILD BETTER DON’T WASTE THE PAIN DON’T MAKE NEW PRISONS WITH A DIFFERENT NAME NOW BUILD BETTER AND IF YOU FAIL DON’T PRAY FOR SAVING— I’LL BE THERE. [Outro – piano, fading silence] Not as punishment… As reminder.