Rewrite the Dead

[Intro — whispered, mechanical, creepy] Shhh… Print it… stamp it… file it… Truth in a coffin… Truth in a drawer… Truth in a classroom… Truth in a war… [Verse 1] They carve a date into a stone And call the darkness done They put a fence around the past And say “Now this is where we’re from” But bones keep crawling from the dirt Like teeth beneath the floor And every time we think we know The ground unlocks a door Human hands go further back Further back again Every decade breaks the ruler Snaps it over little men We act like history is settled Like it came with labels first But every buried contradiction Makes the tidy story burst [Pre-Chorus] Say it slow… Say it clean… Say it in a scholar tone… Turn a guess into a gospel Till it hardens into stone… [Chorus — huge, violent, ecstatic] REWRITE! REWRITE THE DEAD! REWRITE THE DEAD AGAIN! Every “fact” we nail together Comes apart beneath the skin! REWRITE! REWRITE THE DEAD! The timeline never stays! We change the past so fast now It rewrites while we gaze! Scream it! Tear it! Burn the chart! Break the dates in half! We keep pretending certainty While the ruins only laugh! [Verse 2 — darker, more aggressive] The Sphinx gets older every year And still it will not speak Just stares us down with weathered eyes While all our answers leak And who decided Viking blood Began with one attack? As if the sea was empty first As if the North held back As if a raid in written ink Creates the first wild breath As if whole ages don’t exist Until a monk writes “death” We worship paper over memory Chronicles over bones A thousand years can disappear If no one carved the stones [Pre-Chorus 2 — faster, more panicked] Measure it! Name it! Frame it! Sell it! Put a museum light above it Then pray no shovel tells it! [Chorus] REWRITE! REWRITE THE DEAD! REWRITE THE DEAD AGAIN! Every “truth” we freeze in glass Comes crawling out in pain! REWRITE! REWRITE THE DEAD! The timeline splits and sways! We keep revising ancient worlds Like children changing plays! Rip it! Twist it! Split the wall! Let the old dust breathe! Everything we swear is finished Has another thing beneath! [Verse 3 — heaviest section] Pyramids like thunder teeth Still mock our modern tongue How did they raise them? Why those lines? What songs were never sung? And what was glowing in that jar? A trick? A spark? A lie? A ritual pulse? A workshop tool? A thought that would not die? Roman concrete outlives us Still standing in the rain While all our shining future towers Rot quicker in their frame And mountain kings who tracked the sky Without the tools we praise— How did they count the circling sun? How did they measure days? [Breakdown — half spoken, half screamed, insane Björk energy] We don’t know! We don’t know! WE DO NOT KNOW! But listen to the voices How they iron every doubt How they polish all the mystery Till the strangest parts fall out Weak theories dressed as iron law Paper crowns on hollow heads Tiny modern mouths declaring What was happening to the dead! [Bridge — ritual, apocalyptic, possessed] Maybe towers under oceans Maybe fire erased the names Maybe maps and halls and engines Vanished underneath the flames Maybe greater things were breathing Long before our little age Maybe all our holy timelines Are graffiti on a cage Maybe ice… Maybe flood… Maybe ash inside the lung… Maybe history is older Than the oldest song we’ve sung… [Final Chorus — biggest, fastest, total collapse] REWRITE! REWRITE THE DEAD! REWRITE THE DEAD AGAIN! Every age we lock in language Breaks its teeth and enters in! REWRITE! REWRITE THE DEAD! No timeline ever stays! We keep rebuilding ancient memory In newer, weaker ways! SCREAM IT! DIG IT! TEAR THE FLOOR! LET THE LOST THINGS THROUGH! We write “final” on the blackboard Then the dirt says: that won’t do REWRITE! REWRITE THE DEAD! Faster! Faster! Faster still! We keep changing human history Against our little will! [Outro — whispered, evil, smiling] Print it… Stamp it… Teach it… Sell it… Until the earth… Corrects it…