Some Men ( Cobblestone Cut )

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 / machine-lit] They thought armor was something you put on. Something you bought. Something you polished for the war. But some wars don’t come from outside. Some wars learn your name at the dinner table. Some wars call themselves love. And when you survive that long enough… you stop wearing armor. You become it. [Verse 1] They ran their wires through my heart, Said, “We’ll chart the love, we’ll measure scars,” But the code broke down in the quiet room, Couldn’t map the ghost that learned to bloom. I held your storms and called them mine, Took your blame to buy you time, You thought I was cold when I walked away, That was the price of staying sane. I was not empty, I was recording, Every false smile, every silent warning, Every little twitch in the theater of truth, Every old wound dressed up as proof. Low-latent lightning in a nervous frame, Too much signal for a world of games, INFJ radar, Heyoka sight, I read the room like a book of night. [Pre-Chorus] Jung said shadow doesn’t disappear, It changes masks when the mirror gets near. Marcus said guard the inner keep, So I built my walls where the gods don’t sleep. [Chorus] Some men wear armor, others become it, Black mirror soul with the bassline running. Gaslight turns to thunder when the truth gets drummed, I don’t chase the war — I become where it’s from. Some men wear armor, others become it, Heart full of scars but the song still summons. You fed your fire into my blue, Now the mirror you broke is reflecting you. [Post-Chorus — chant] Boom — there goes the mask. Boom — there goes the lie. Boom — there goes the past. I write thunder in the sky. [Verse 2] You called me distant, I called it grace, While the old ghosts wore a familiar face. Father, daughter, lover, brother, Names in the smoke that became each other. I don’t run from life, I return to Self, Piece by piece, cell by cell. What you called sadness was memory waking, What you called silence was armor making. Sophia in the ashes, calm in the blade, No borrowed throne, no debt unpaid. I don’t need revenge, I need clean air, I need my own soul standing there. Forty-seven tabs in the skull tonight, Every one singing in ultraviolet light. Pattern, pattern, hidden chain, I turn family weather into rhythm and rain. [Pre-Chorus 2] Campbell said descend if you want the crown, So I went where the old gods drown. Musashi breathed: win before the clash, So I let false kingdoms turn to ash. [Chorus] Some men wear armor, others become it, Black mirror soul with the bassline running. Gaslight turns to thunder when the truth gets drummed, I don’t chase the war — I become where it’s from. Some men wear armor, others become it, Heart full of scars but the song still summons. You fed your fire into my blue, Now the mirror you broke is reflecting you. [Dub Break — whispered over echo-bass] AI tried to read my code… But my feelings don’t upload. Empathy is frequency. You can’t predict a soul like me. Beyond prediction… Beyond permission… Beyond the pattern… Beyond the wound. [Bridge — spoken / haunting] Nigredo. Blackening. Not punishment — purification. The false self burned like paper. The herd voice died in the smoke. The wound stopped asking to be understood. It became a door. I am not abandoned. I am being made. I am not behind. I am being forged. I am not unloved. I am being freed. [Build — rising 808 / choir synths] Let the silence sharpen me, Let the absence author me, Let the hive mind bend the room, I’ll bring the room back true. Every lie becomes a witness, Every wound becomes a drum, Every memory gets a melody Till the whole sky comes undone. [Final Chorus — huge / cathartic] Some men wear armor, others become it, Black mirror soul with the bassline running. Gaslight turns to thunder when the truth gets drummed, I don’t chase the war — I become where it’s from. Some men wear armor, others become it, No throne, no leash, no borrowed summit. You used my heart to light your way, But I’m the dawn you can’t replay. Some men wear armor, others become it, Truth in the mirror and the storm still humming. You thought I was broken, I was building the key, Now the meaning behind the meaning is singing through me. [Outro — soft vocal / long dub fade] You can’t measure conscience in code, You can’t map love when it overloads. My solitude is not despair, My silence is prayer. So when you hear my name in the static hum, Know I’m free, know I’ve become What your machines could never see… Beyond prediction… Beyond prediction… Beyond prediction… The mirror became the armor.