Oblivion - You Chose This!

“YOU CHOSE THIS !” [Intro] I watched from far… I waited long. I whispered peace. You screamed war. I held the silence… You filled it with noise. I gave you truth… You drowned it in pride. ⸻ [Verse 1] I sent my messengers with open hands. You beat them down and made your stand. You lit your torches in the dark— Then cursed the light that showed your marks. I waited longer than time could measure. But you mocked my voice and chose your pleasure. You called me evil for being near… But truth feels wicked when you’re ruled by fear. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] You begged for silence— Then feared my stillness. You wanted freedom— Then hated my witness. And when I spoke through thunder skies… You said I lied. ⸻ [CHORUS] You chose this. You drew the blade. You cursed my name. You mocked the weight. You burned the signs and closed your eyes— And called me cruel for being wise. I gave you time. I gave you grace. You met it all with rage and hate. You stepped through the door with your heads held high… [Slight Pause - Clear Vocals] Now KNEEL!… And look me in the EYES. ⸻ [Verse 2] I know your weakness. I know your scars. I carried pain behind the stars. I bent the wrath. I closed the flood. I tried to wash you clean in blood. But you wanted gods that looked like men. You wanted truth that bent like wind. You crowned yourselves and called it law— Then wept when consequence knocked raw. ⸻ [Bridge] You killed my warnings. You laughed at my love. You danced while flames rained down from above. But mercy is not endless breath… And every breath leads close to death. ⸻ [CHORUS] You chose this. You drew the blade. You cursed my name. You mocked the weight. You burned the signs and closed your eyes— And called me cruel for being wise. I gave you time. I gave you grace. You met it all with rage and hate. You stepped through the door with your heads held high… [Slight Pause - Clear Vocals] Now KNEEL!… And look me in the EYES. ⸻ [Outro] You hated me… Despite my mercy. I gave you time… To turn… to stay alive. But you spent it… On pride. Now your time… Is gone. The gates are shut. And judgment… Has come. (beat drop → silence)