(intro) Click. Contact. Tongue on the switch. Breath in the barrel of the moment. Say it clean. Say it like you mean to live inside it. (verse 1) I’m done negotiating with my own avoidance. Done calling fear “intuition” when it’s just old smoke. Done outsourcing my authority to algorithms, elders, lovers, prophets— done dressing my no in polite clothing. I will not be vague with my life. I will not whisper my needs and call it holiness. I will not confuse “being good” with being gone. (pre-chorus) Name it. Aim it. Cut the cord. Close the loop. A word is a doorway— and I decide what enters. (chorus) Word is wand. Breath is spark. Will is not violence— will is the art of choosing the true and paying the price with an open heart. Word is wand. I speak, and I start. (verse 2) Hear me: I bless what I build, and I burn what I fake. I stop feeding ghosts with my calendar. I stop laundering my desire through “someday.” I stop calling my gifts “too much” just because smaller minds wanted me manageable. If love is the law, then let it have teeth. Let it protect. Let it refuse. Let it draw a bright line through the fog. (pre-chorus) No more trance of postponement. No more spiritual sedation. If I’m here, I’m here. If I’m yes, I’m yes. If I’m no, I’m no. (refrain) I say what I mean. I mean what I say. I make my mouth a place where truth can stay. (bridge) (half-whisper, percussive, fast) Not for applause. Not for control. Not to dominate the room— to decolonize my own soul. To stop betraying the body for the comfort of the mask. To stop calling it “peace” when it’s merely the fear to ask. I speak to align. I speak to repair. I speak to return my power to the air. (chorus) Word is wand. Breath is spark. Will is not violence— will is the art of choosing the true and paying the price with an open heart. Word is wand. I speak, and I start. (outro) Short words. Sharp edges. Clean hands. Clear vows. (quiet, steady) I will not abandon myself— not now.
