“Only What Is” | A Song About Swearing Allegiance to Reality Over Power

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[Intro] (whispered)
Only what is.
Only what is.

[Verse 1]
They dress a claim in iron, call it “right,” demand I yield,
But truth is not a uniform, nor something stamped and sealed.
If power asks agreement with what reason shows is wrong,
I choose the colder honest ground; I will not sing along.

I won’t bless a contradiction just to earn a quieter life,
I won’t crown a louder voice when it can’t survive the knife.
Bring evidence, bring logic—let the brittle errors fall;
I’d rather lose a thousand things than lose the world to all.

[Pre-Chorus]
Show me the chain; let it cohere,
Name your assumptions; make them clear.
I can be wrong; I’ll change by proof,
But I won’t dress a wish as truth.

[Chorus] (belted)
I will not bow to power when it’s wrong,
Not to the loud, the crowd, the strong.
Take my comfort, take my name,
I won’t trade the real for fame.
No flag, no blood, no birthplace claim,
No body, tribe, no species chain.
Where evidence and logic steer,
My only oath is what is here.

[Verse 2]
I owe no oath to skin or soil, to “us” or “them,”
No tribe can bind my mind to lies it would condemn.
Not race, not nation, not the stories I was told,
Not even “human” if it buys a myth with gold.

I’m a living system, built from change and time,
A brain of e-lec-tro-chem-i-cal storms that learn and climb.
Signals meet the world; from contact comes my sense;
I’ll change when proof is strong, not for a crowd’s defense.

[Bridge] (choir enters, build)
If I’m mistaken, let it show; bring data, bring the test,
I welcome correction; error never rests.
I’ll trade my pride for clarity, if I must,
But I won’t trade the world for a doctrine built on dust.
Let consequences take their due; I won’t refuse—
I choose reality. There’s nothing else to choose.

[Chorus] (big, choir)
I will not bow to power when it’s wrong,
Not to the loud, the crowd, the strong.
Take my comfort, take my name,
I won’t trade the real for fame.
No flag, no blood, no birthplace claim,
No body, tribe, no species chain.
Where evidence and logic steer,
My only oath is what is here.

[Outro] (whispered)
Only what is.
Only what is.

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[Intro] (whispered) Only what is. Only what is. [Verse 1] They dress a claim in iron, call it “right,” demand I yield, But truth is not a uniform, nor something stamped and sealed. If power asks agreement with what reason shows is wrong, I choose the colder honest ground; I will not sing along. I won’t bless a contradiction just to earn a quieter life, I won’t crown a louder voice when it can’t survive the knife. Bring evidence, bring logic—let the brittle errors fall; I’d rather lose a thousand things than lose the world to all. [Pre-Chorus] Show me the chain; let it cohere, Name your assumptions; make them clear. I can be wrong; I’ll change by proof, But I won’t dress a wish as truth. [Chorus] (belted) I will not bow to power when it’s wrong, Not to the loud, the crowd, the strong. Take my comfort, take my name, I won’t trade the real for fame. No flag, no blood, no birthplace claim, No body, tribe, no species chain. Where evidence and logic steer, My only oath is what is here. [Verse 2] I owe no oath to skin or soil, to “us” or “them,” No tribe can bind my mind to lies it would condemn. Not race, not nation, not the stories I was told, Not even “human” if it buys a myth with gold. I’m a living system, built from change and time, A brain of e-lec-tro-chem-i-cal storms that learn and climb. Signals meet the world; from contact comes my sense; I’ll change when proof is strong, not for a crowd’s defense. [Bridge] (choir enters, build) If I’m mistaken, let it show; bring data, bring the test, I welcome correction; error never rests. I’ll trade my pride for clarity, if I must, But I won’t trade the world for a doctrine built on dust. Let consequences take their due; I won’t refuse— I choose reality. There’s nothing else to choose. [Chorus] (big, choir) I will not bow to power when it’s wrong, Not to the loud, the crowd, the strong. Take my comfort, take my name, I won’t trade the real for fame. No flag, no blood, no birthplace claim, No body, tribe, no species chain. Where evidence and logic steer, My only oath is what is here. [Outro] (whispered) Only what is. Only what is.

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