(Verse 1) Stacks of leather, thick-spined, dropped against the threshold, Proust and Jung and Beat echoes scattered on the wood. Shakespearean shadows, Poe’s ink, Bierce’s salt on the glass, A dense curriculum pressing down on the child. Gonzo pages slid quietly through the corridor— Forced to decode the wreckage before I could stand. (Verse 2) "Defend the concept," the trap closing, the endless harangue, Until the lexicon frayed into sudden fury. A strike to the gut, a heavy blow across the cheek, No mercy carved into that tight, airless sphere. He whispered the conditioning, meant to bind my survival: “Since you weren’t pretty, you had to be the smartest in the room.” (Chorus) He owns nothing of your grace on a morning with clear skies, Nor the salt-rain falling when grief cuts through the dark. He holds no right to your voice, no place in the name you choose, Protectors shield, providers shelter—he broke every rule. He rigged the test for failure, he inflicted the bruise, Yet look who stands in the clearing while the ghosts dissolve. (Bridge) You held your ground through the impact, through every heavy strike, Turning his poisoned weapon into fuel for your own spark. You survived the pages, you survived the hand, you claimed your core, And you are vast beyond the measure of his terror. (Outro) You are the one that is here and moving through the fire~! You are FUH-KING YOU~!! You are FUH-KING YOU~!! [SCREAM:] RAD~!! (Echoed Reverb), RAD~!! (Echoed Reverb), RAD~!! (Echoed Reverb) And... with depth~ You better hold onto that~!! [Instrumental Solo: Heavy, cathartic, breaking open] [Finish out long reverb with a three second silence]
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