[Verse 1] Children flourish under guidance. Firmness cultivates compliance. Noise diminishes with rules. Order civilizes schools. Hogwarts had become excessive— far too lax and permissive. Whispered rumors. Public scenes. Emotionality masquerading now as needs. Students speaking out of turn— desperate always to be heard. Dreadful modern habits, really. Attention-seeking spreads quite freely. So I entered, softly smiling, patient through the childish wilding. Hands composed and posture straight. Order first. Before too late. [Hook] You shall not tell lies. Truth requires supervised eyes. Fear declines when rules apply. You shall not tell lies. Quills instruct far better deeply. Children do remember neatly once correction’s carved in lines. You shall not tell lies. [Verse 2] Some inherit proper breeding. Grace reveals itself through speaking. Old families preserve restraint; standards rarely form by chance. Naturally one grows concerned watching boundaries overturned. Certain mixtures tend to blur what tradition once preserved. Not through hatred. Goodness, no. Simply practical control. One must recognize the fact not all creatures should adapt. Giants, werewolves, centaur breeds— fascinating things to read. Still, exposure ought stay slight. Distance keeps distinctions right. [Bridge] Potter always craved attention. Every rule became performance. Agitated, arrogant, loud— boys like that intoxicate crowds. Constant need for eyes centered. Stories swelling larger still. Every warning met with spectacle. Every lesson bent to will. And the teachers let him. Curious. Children worship disobedience when authority lacks resilience. [Verse 3] The Ministry protects stability. Stability protects civility. Civility preserves the peace. Surely that is not extreme. Yet whenever standards tighten people suddenly grow frightened. Call it cruelty. Call it shame. How dramatic children became. Detentions build necessary character. Consequences strengthen manner. Pain, when structured properly, teaches lasting discipline. Even now they speak my name like refinement is to blame. How revealing. People praise good order dearly right until it reaches them personally. [Verse 4] Dumbledore encouraged chaos dressed in sentimental softness. Creatures wandering through the grounds, half-breeds treated equal now. Tolerance became a fashion. Boundaries dissolved through passion. Every corridor grew louder, messier and somehow prouder. And still they call me cruel for demanding basic rules. Funny little thing about progress— every failing institution calls structure oppression first before collapsing entirely. [Final Hook] You shall not tell lies. Well-raised children recognize truth is safest centralized. You shall not tell lies. Scars fade slowly. Lessons don’t. Rules protect the ones who won’t govern themselves otherwise. You shall not tell lies. [Outro] People confuse discomfort with injustice remarkably often. Especially children.
