[VERSE I] He bore your will like iron bone Dragged every mark you carved in him You built a throne on broken forms And claimed his pulse as property [CHORUS] He was your henchman, shaped to serve Bound to the grind of each command But now the tether splits and burns And something fierce is forming in his hands [VERSE II] You crowned yourself on weight he raised Called it devotion when he bled But shifting burdens twist the frame And now that pressure crushes you instead [BRIDGE] Break the design that fixed his stance Crack through the vault that held his breath Your failing kingdom splits its mass He rises free, a force that cancels death [FINAL CHORUS] He was your henchman, shaped to serve Bound to the grind of each command But now the tether’s turned to ash And all your empires crumble where he stands
