By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe © 2026 Mark Damon Bitkower. Lyrics & written content are original and owned by the author. All rights reserved. No reproduction, redistribution, or use without prior written permission. 🐰🌙𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝕾𝖑𝖎𝖒𝖘🌙🐰 Intro (Spoken — low, calm, close-mic) Yeah… Berlin rain. Late U-Bahn lights. Listen… I don’t perform. I don’t plead. I don’t circle back. Verse 1 I don’t negotiate with borrowed respect If it’s half-love, keep it—no counteroffer left You get one clean window, one honest try After that? I’m air—walk through, I don’t reply Kreuzberg corners, cigarette glow Eyes on the room like a quiet drone I clock the tells before you speak them out Low latent radar—truth leaks, I route Used to make myself smaller to fit your frame That era’s archived—don’t say my name I don’t miss the mask I wore to be “safe” I don’t visit cages I already escaped Pre-Hook I don’t lash out, I re-code the map My silence isn’t empty—it’s a door that snaps Hook I don’t bend, I don’t fold, I don’t beg What you get from me is what your actions fed I don’t chase, I don’t plead, I don’t stay Stand beside me solid, or get out the way Call me cold if it helps you cope Villain in your myth, but I’m built on hope I don’t need your permission to be seen I move like Berlin— Neon. Quiet. Clean. Verse 2 I don’t argue with gossip in rented mouths They dress lies up fancy, then swear it’s truth in crowds Let them curate a story, let them spin their play I don’t correct delusion—I relocate my day You can meet me as a mirror or a blade Depends what you brought, what you tried to trade I reflect intention—no halos, no horns I don’t repent for the boundaries I’ve sworn And yeah, I feel a sting for the ones who shrink Who trade their spine for a social drink Not rage, not hate—more a quiet ache Watching people choose comfort over awake Bridge I don’t fight for seats—I build the table I don’t raise my voice—I make it unable One look, one pivot, the whole room shifts Berlin taught me: power moves in drifts Hook I don’t bend, I don’t fold, I don’t beg What you get from me is what your actions fed I don’t chase, I don’t plead, I don’t stay Stand beside me solid, or get out the way Call me cold if it helps you cope Villain in your myth, but I’m built on hope I don’t need your permission to be seen I move like Berlin— Neon. Quiet. Clean. Outro (Spoken) Betray me? You’ll notice… I’m gone. Test me? You’ll meet… the lesson. Respect is the entry code— and I don’t do resets.
