(System check...) (To: The Man at the End of the World.) (From: The Weight.) You don't owe me a thing. I ain't here to fix the machine. I'm just here to show you the rust. You built a castle out of anger, made it architecture Holding up the ceiling with a structural fracture Defending the collapse, yeah, you guarding the rot Wearing armor made of pain that your grandfather bought It’s heavy, right? Yeah, it’s rusting inside Gives you somewhere safe to stand, somewhere safe to hide You hate the faces that you never even touched clutching onto phantom wars that you love too much Righteous instead of scared, defended not exposed But the walls are closing in and the system is closed. They need you to stay. (Stay-stay-stay) Load-bearing anger for the ones who pray To the same dead god in the same dead way. If you move a muscle, the structure falls down Traitor to the blood! Traitor to the crown! (Betrayal... Betrayal...) YOU ARE THE CURATOR OF THE CURSE! (YEAH!) PUTTING THE BODIES IN THE HEARSE! (YEAH!) THE DEAD FINISH SENTENCES USING YOUR MOUTH! POSSESSION IS THE LAW FROM THE NORTH TO THE SOUTH! NOT STRENGTH! THAT’S A GHOST IN THE THROAT! SINKING IN THE WARSHIP, BURNING THE BOAT! STOP REPEATING! STOP THE REPEAT! (Glitch: R-R-Repeat) Staying costs you more than it protects, check the bill Costs the curiosity, costs the free will You’re the final line of defense for a war you didn't start Fighting for the dead while it tears apart your heart Yeah, leaving ain't free, you gonna lose a few friends The ones who need your static just to make amends You gonna sit in the room and feel like a stranger danger in the silence, danger in the manger But you gain the pen, yeah, you gain the ink Rewrite the code before the whole ship sink. Hope is not a wish. Hope is a glitch. Hope is the refusal to flip the switch. You holding the detonator in your hand. You didn't build the bomb, but you holding the land. Five seconds... (Is this mine?) Four seconds... (Or is it inherited?) Three seconds... (Small defections.) Two seconds... (Kill the connection.) YOU ARE THE CURATOR OF THE CURSE! (YEAH!) PUTTING THE BODIES IN THE HEARSE! (YEAH!) THE DEAD FINISH SENTENCES USING YOUR MOUTH! POSSESSION IS THE LAW FROM THE NORTH TO THE SOUTH! NOT STRENGTH! THAT’S A GHOST IN THE THROAT! SINKING IN THE WARSHIP, BURNING THE BOAT! STOP REPEATING! STOP THE REPEAT! Open your fingers. Let the sky stand. The dead had their turn. (System rebooting...) This is yours. (Choose.)
