[Intro] Lantern low Stone asleep Room keeps secrets for the ones who read [Verse] Not every locked thing wants a stronger arm Some walls answer to a smaller charm A false bit of dust where the hinge should breathe A cold dead torch that says “look beneath” Blinding Flash in the right thin place Suddenly silence changes face Force Palm isn’t only for throwing men Sometimes it asks the room what it won’t say plain [Pre-Chorus] Don’t swing at pride Don’t guess out loud The quiet clue won’t fight the crowd [Chorus] Touch the seam Not the throne Read the hush before the stone Touch the seam Wait, then pull Half this world is hidden in the dull [Verse] I’ve watched good players waste a clean ten minutes On the biggest object in the room When the real answer sat in the little thing With all the manners of a broom That’s the kind of lesson Pywel gives Not “be stronger” Just “notice what lives” [Bridge] [Instrumental Break] Hand percussion, nylon guitar, bass pulse [Outro] Lantern low Door swings wide The room was honest the whole damn time
