Verse 1 I wake before the mansion stirs, before the walls recall their words. No rush, no spark, no warning sign— just something ancient touching mine. I walk the halls that bear my mark, yet every portrait feels too dark. The silence draws a tighter frame— a truth that shifts beneath my reign. ⸻ Pre-Chorus 1 Something in the stillness here reminds me what I failed to fear. It rises soft as history— a whisper stitching into me. ⸻ Chorus The knowing comes quietly— no thundered vow, no plea. It threads its way beneath my breath, soft as shadow, close as death. No one must speak to make it known; the reckoning does not stand alone. The knowing comes quietly— (whispered harmony: “soft, but absolute…”) and now it comes for me. ⸻ Verse 2 The woman waiting in the wings— she moves like fate with folded wings. No rush, no harm upon her face, yet danger wrapped in perfect grace. The questions I refused to hear, the debts I buried, year by year, are rising now like tides that pull— collecting what I never could. ⸻ Pre-Chorus 2 I read her eyes—controlled, intent. She’s not here by accident. The truth she carries in her hands was written long before this stand. ⸻ Chorus The knowing comes quietly— unfurling like a distant sea. It threads its way beneath my breath, soft as shadow, close as death. No one must speak to make it known; the reckoning does not stand alone. The knowing comes quietly— (whispered harmony: “soft, but absolute…”) and now it comes for me. ⸻ Bridge No siren calls, no gavel rings— just consequence with borrowed wings. A life of power, sharp and long, can’t outmaneuver what’s been wronged. And in her gaze, I finally see the truth that waited patiently. I shaped this fate with silent hands… and now I meet what I began. ⸻ Final Chorus The knowing comes quietly— no thunder in its decree. No flame, no fight can shift this tide; the cost is one I cannot hide. The room grows still, the world turns thin— I feel the end move closer in. The knowing comes quietly— and now it knows my name.
