[Verse 1 - C minor] There’s a hum beneath the floorboards, a fever in my frame A truth that kicks and shudders, begging me to name Not gentle inspiration, more like ghosts in a fistfight Pulling myth from the machine, turning ache into light Words like rusted razors, lines like sharpened teeth Dragging beauty from the wreckage, forging gospel underneath I don’t invent the hunger—I just speak it aloud A whisper like a cannon, quiet, clear, and proud [Pre-Chorus - Shift to E♭ major] And every night I set the table For truths nobody asked to meet I carve them names from metal shavings Then dare the silence to take a seat [Chorus - Shift back to C minor] I don’t write the words you wanted, I write the ones you need I plant the bomb, I tend the wound, I cultivate the seed My only church has bleeding ink, an altar made of bone This Poet’s job is just to make sure you don’t face the truth alone [Verse 2 - C minor] I weigh the syllables like steel, calibrate each scar Charting constellations in every break you are Sentences like rebar, poems like gasoline Ready with a spark, making nightmares feel seen This isn’t decoration—it's surgery by flame Burning hesitation, giving pain a proper name If silence breeds the rot, then let my honesty offend I’ll be your bitter medicine, your dangerous friend [Pre-Chorus - E♭ major] And yeah, sometimes you’ll flinch and turn I’m too raw, too much, too near But the lies you've told yourself won't burn Until they're spoken clear [Chorus - C minor] I don’t write the words you wanted, I write the ones you need I plant the bomb, I tend the wound, I cultivate the seed My only church has bleeding ink, an altar made of bone This Poet’s job is just to make sure you don’t face the truth alone [Bridge - Shift to A♭ major (lifting, introspective)] And the cost of naming monsters Is that monsters know my name Every word reveals me Leaves my hiding place aflame But I’d rather burn transparent Than suffocate unseen I’d rather howl in C-minor Than live politely in between [Breakdown/Outro - Back to quiet C minor, almost whispered] So here’s your ugly anthem Truth bared and debts confessed If my honesty’s a scalpel Then I’ll carve until I rest I don’t promise gentle endings Only clarity and breath The Poet's debt is living naked— So come, and pay with me the rest.
