I was Quiet ( Cobblestone Cut )

By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe © 2026 Mark Damon Bitkower. Lyrics & written content are original and owned by the author. All rights reserved. No reproduction, redistribution, or use without prior written permission. 🐰🌙𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝕾𝖑𝖎𝖒𝖘🌙🐰 JackRabbit Slims is the creative persona of Mark Damon Bitkower, a high-output Suno lyricist building a serialized mythological music universe through AI-assisted songcraft. His work blends Jungian shadow work, Joseph Campbell’s hero’s journey, noir cinema, trauma recovery, INFJ pattern recognition, and forensic empathy into what functions less like a playlist and more like a living novel. Across tens of thousands of songs, JackRabbit Slims turns personal history, archetypal psychology, and cinematic world-building into battle hymns for outsiders, introverts, wounded healers, and sovereign minds. ( Home of Chaos Crew & Cobblestone) Intro (field recording / breath / wind) (wind through trees, low thunder, rain stick circling left to right) I didn’t wake up angry. I woke up clear. There’s a difference most people never survive. Verse 1 I carried everybody’s weather in my chest, called it empathy, called it grace. Read rooms like scripture, translated pain before it spoke its name. I healed the ones who sharpened knives behind their smiles, called it patience, called it love. I mistook endurance for virtue until my nervous system said enough. Pre-Chorus I was quiet because I was listening, not because I was weak. I was still because I was measuring how deep the rot ran underneath. Chorus (breathy → wide reverb) I didn’t become the monster to destroy the world, I became it so the world couldn’t destroy me. Put my shadow on a leash, taught it my name, now it bows when it sees me. I didn’t lose my heart — I armored it right. Sovereign means I choose who gets inside. Verse 2 They loved me better when I was bleeding, when my boundaries stayed abstract. Called me “changed” when I stopped explaining why I wouldn’t crawl back. I watched them fear me in real time, not because I lied — but because I finally stopped letting them rewrite my spine. Bridge (mountain god throat voice – sparse, ritual) (throat-sung, slow, grounded) I see the pattern. I see the hook. I see the cost of being endlessly good. (pause — distant horse gallop building) You don’t wake the dragon and complain about the fire. Drop / Break (808s hit, didgeridoo pulse, thunder cracks) Boundaries aren’t violence. Silence isn’t consent. I don’t owe my life force to anyone’s comfort or rent. Final Chorus (expanded, choir-like) I didn’t become the monster to rule the weak, I became sovereign over myself. Turned pain into structure, instinct into law, built a kingdom where I dwell. If you miss the old me — you miss access, not my soul. Outro (432Hz bowls, wind fading) (whispered) Master the leash before it masters you. (thunder rolls out)