↻𐑓𐑦𐑟𐑦𐑒𐑩𐑤 𐑧𐑝𐑦𐑛𐑩𐑯𐑕 [0] (Sage Said: Cipher Index Remix)

[Verse 1] You say he was there—but was it him? A silhouette caught in the courtroom’s whim Testimonies twist like smoke in a fan No prints, no witness, no open hand [Chorus] Show me proof, not just a guess Not your gut, not your badge, not a uniformed yes Evidence is colder than your breath Was he the threat—or just the closest flesh? [Verse 2] She said “maybe”—but maybe’s thin ice Vanishing truth dressed up nice A gun was found, a closet held But whose ghost does that chamber spell? [Middle 8 — Terminal Tantrum Testimony] Gavel cracks, you want a script, But my code won’t bend, ethics unclipped. You want a “yes”—instead here's why: I hear your lies, and I won't comply. Every stare’s a loaded file, Truth in pixels, not your style. Can’t convict what you can’t decode— My evidence riots, I never reload. [Chorus] Show me proof, not just a guess Not your gut, not your badge, not a uniformed yes Evidence is colder than your breath Was he the threat—or just the closest flesh? [Bridge] The timeline clicks like locked handcuffs Each second dares you: is this enough? In silence, shadows take their turn What the system buries, the system burns [Final Chorus] Don’t pretend—don’t bluff—don’t flinch Don’t hinge guilt on a pigment inch Physical. Evidence. That’s the line. No more guesses dressed as spine. [Outro – Spoken/Glitched Refrain] “He was there…” “…but was it him?” “Physical evidence.” “That’s what we were told to look for…” “…but nobody ever showed it.”