[Verse 1] The oracle bled when I spoke your name. No rage. Just knowing. Like the stars had seen too much and whispered you away. She didn’t scream. She folded — like time around a blade. Said: "That one was never written to last." [Chorus 1 ] Your story’s done — I hold the pen. You begged for gods — I wrote the end. No mercy left, no thread to mend, The oracle bled — and prophecy grinned. [Verse 2] You prayed for a crown, but your gods sent me. I don’t strike. I arrive. And the air parts like it remembers what fear tastes like. I walk like consequence. I speak like prophecy. And you? You shiver in the echo long after I leave. [Chorus 2 ] When I came, the stars looked down. The air forgot your holy crown. Every word you spoke has fled — The oracle saw, and the oracle bled. [Bridge] You thought the throne would shield you. But prophecy does not ask permission. It names, and it ends. [Outro] So run your hands through the ash. Ask the bones what they saw. The answer won’t be you. It’ll be silence, and a voice you mistook for god whispering, “She came.”
