[INTRO] Call it social engineered. Call it theater theoretically thriving. Call it dance done diligent for wellness. But understand— The mask only works because the room begged for one. [VERSE 1] Pan Fryer left and entered laughing moving more easy, momentously mild hand on universal reality rail eyes half wild while in flow state Character deployed precisely professional grade illusionary doll A decoy with authentic posture built to absorb blows and confusion People sharpen little social knives and call that being wise Load the puppet with their stories feed the mouth they fantasize Every avaricious accusation custom carved critique every grievance the drowning manifest signed and gold starred weak Trying to strike the pro-actor they reveal their under handed cards [PRE] What hurts you so much? What frightens you then? They always tell me. You always tell me. [HOOK] Panifest manifest profound dance inside worsening weather Hold the shape aloft in light let the new new pull together Take the blame onto yourself until the pressure clears Everybody paints about themselves with reflected hidden fears (in the arcade fire) Panifest left no lasting scar tethered self to wandering star Smiling while styling all to disappear forever [VERSE 2 — Toxin Draw] Been through too many cesspool circles too many crusted clown councils outplayed many many hidden committees Secret hands stay feeble private punishments perilous path small kings ruling shrinking cities Approval withheld is their tool as though that changed for the stars Leveling downward as a mode mistaking sabotage for art or even play No. Future tribes cut their character cleaner Accountable speech sure and so much more visible choices with lasting presence competence with perpetual precise memory No adolescent politics any more crush or kite covert hierarchies Say it directly on level, plum, square or own the spoiled silence once heard my song Anything else on record as input leadership deficiency of the criminal sort [BUILD] They think rejection of a projection is leverage Pan Fryer nods. Excellent. Now nobody owes anybody. Clean exit so cycle repeats. No resentment if you are the catalyst. No debt because they already stole the valor. [HOOK] Panifest manifest profound dance inside worsening weather Hold the shape aloft in light let the new new pull together Take the blame onto yourself until the pressure clears Everybody paints about themselves with reflected hidden fears (in the arcade fire) Panifest left no lasting scar tethered self to wandering star Smiling while styling all to disappear forever [BRIDGE — Exit Velocity] You think this is conquest? No. Mastery is become boring. adolescent me surpassed my seniors Ego aligned in my twenties. Spirit aligned shortly after. Engineering applied to conduct. Same spirit of tolerances. Different meta material. No crown needed. No throne worth the investment. Just responsibility arriving after everyone else refused to ramp with the era. [MOVEMENT IV — Burden of the Crown] Then somebody notices. Quietly. "Would you lead?" And I always love to laugh first. Because carrying weight is not luxury, fun, or easy. I don't really want that burden. can't someone else corral the crumbling past? I just know— my children deserve communities that don't boil themselves alive Communities where dignity doesn't require enemies Communities that build without parasitic consumption children grown strong and away from exploitation [FINAL CHORUS — full brass, choir] Panifest as Pan Fryer did first draw the poison to your own broad chest keep it centered or you won't get blessed Take the blows and sacrifice turned cheek until the storm really remembers If they resist until they fall God bless them anyway Maybe not for them but for the children watching every day Those little eyes inside historic walls Learning which games collapse and fall Bigger futures than these brittle hands Will ever understand [OUTRO — choir and synth] So dance. And leave. let bright mirror stay. They'll call it arrogant dominance. But it was stewardship the living Giver along the whole way. The cave dwellers welcome, to blinding light of day
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