[Intro] Hear the wings? That’s not weather ⸻ [Verse 1] Every morning the shadow returned Precise as law—as if vengeance had learned The air would tense before it cut the blue And the mountain knew what the mountain knew Talons like verdicts, beak like a blade A ritual of ruin, expertly played It fed where the living are forced to renew A cruel little joke built into the wound Because it restores, because it repeats So pain finds a rhythm that never retreats This was no strike in a moment of wrath This was design—repeating its path ⸻ [Pre-Hook] But even repeated hurt has a flaw It teaches the sufferer what they outlast ⸻ [Hook] Circle down, eagle appetite Come for the day, I’ll survive the night Take what you came for—do what you came to do Morning’s a hunter, but evening renews Circle down, eagle appetite You make your mark, but you don’t own my life You can feast on the flesh—never touch the why That’s the part of me you can’t bite ⸻ [Verse 2] Pain can make some people bow Pain can also sharpen a vow Each return carved a clearer view Of what power does when it fears the truth Not just to me, but in every age When the bold get put in a public cage A warning posted for the rest to read Stay in your lane, don’t challenge greed But there’s always one thing the cruel will miss Witnesses learn from surviving this They watch what breaks and what remains And carry that map through their own hard days So every sweep of that golden wing Drew a circle the world could learn to read ⸻ [Bridge] (ISOLATED DROP) The mountain knew before the sky Before the wing, before the cry It watched the pattern, watched it through And kept the truth it never used Eat your fill, I know the score You are the weapon, not the war And tools of fear, however grand Still rust against a steady stand ⸻ [Hook] Circle down, eagle appetite Come for the day, I’ll survive the night Take what you came for—do what you came to do Morning’s a hunter, but evening renews Circle down, eagle appetite You make your mark, but you don’t own my life You can feast on the flesh—never touch the why That’s the part of me you can’t bite ⸻ [Outro] The body remembers pain The soul remembers purpose The mountain knew what the mountain knew
