[Verse 1] They climbed the heavens with pockets full of ladders, Hammered silver nails through the ribs of the sky. They called each constellation an unclaimed kingdom, Measured infinity with merchants' eyes. They bottled dawn before the morning woke it, Mined moonlight from the marrow of the sea. Even silence wore a price upon its forehead, Nothing was allowed to simply be. [Pre-Chorus] One by one the candles started drowning, As invisible hands reached higher still. The darkness wasn't born from dying suns— It came from wanting more than ever will. [Chorus] Who stole the stars from the mouth of the midnight? Who scraped the diamonds out of heaven's crown? We traded galaxies for gilded mirrors, Built towers just to watch the heavens drown. Now children paint the sky from faded stories, Like ghosts remembering what fire meant. The night is just a ledger left unbalanced, Every missing light another cent. [Verse 2] The forests learned to speak in empty echoes, Their roots wore shackles forged from polished gold. Rivers swallowed coins instead of rainwater, Till every current shimmered deathly cold. Kings carved their names in mountains made of marrow, Priests blessed the smoke that blackened every wing. The universe became another banquet, And hunger crowned itself the rightful king. [Pre-Chorus] The sky grew thin like fabric pulled too tightly, Each wish became another thread undone. We reached beyond the reach of our own shadows, And called it progress when the dark had won. [Chorus] Who stole the stars from the mouth of the midnight? Who scraped the diamonds out of heaven's crown? We traded galaxies for gilded mirrors, Built towers just to watch the heavens drown. Now children paint the sky from faded stories, Like ghosts remembering what fire meant. The night is just a ledger left unbalanced, Every missing light another cent. [Bridge] Listen— Can you hear the heavens breathing shallow? A cathedral robbed of every stained-glass flame. The black above is not an empty canvas— It's fingerprints where angels signed their names. Greed is not a beast with sharpened teeth. It's a well that whispers, "Just one more." Until the hand that gathers every treasure Finds there's nothing left worth reaching for. [Final Chorus] Who stole the stars from the mouth of the midnight? No thief arrived from some forgotten land. The heavens disappeared a spark at a time, Each light extinguished by a reaching hand. So when the last bright ember leaves the skyline, And even hope forgets the way to shine, We'll search the endless dark for stolen heaven... Only to discover the empty sky was always ours to mine.
