(Whispered) The Broken Species How can we heal what we refuse to see (VERSE · CHORUS · TURN VERSE 1 — THE MIRROR) They cage the ones who cannot speak, Who ask for nothing, mild and meek. They test on eyes that hold no hate, Then call it progress, call it great. The ones who feel but have no vote, Are bought and sold and skinned and smoked. While those who claim to be most wise Won't meet the truth behind their eyes. (CHORUS) A broken species, blind with power, That turns the sweetest things to sour. We build our thrones on those who bleed, And call it culture, call it need. The ones who suffer cannot ask — We hide the truth behind the mask. (VERSE 2 — THE DYSFUNCTION) We war on neighbours, war on kin, Then wonder where it all begins. We medicate the pain we make, Then sell the cure for profit's sake. We numb the child, we dim the old, We trade the sacred for the gold. A species lost inside its head — Too proud to feel, too blind to dread. (CHORUS) A broken species, blind with power, That turns the sweetest things to sour. We build our thrones on those who bleed, And call it culture, call it need. The ones who suffer cannot ask — We hide the truth behind the mask. (BRIDGE — STRIPS TO BARE TRUTH) The dog forgives the hand that strikes, The whale still sings despite the spikes. The elephant still grieves its dead — While we debate and scratch our head. They feel what we have learned to hide, They love without the ego's pride. Perhaps the ones we call below Are closer to the truth we know. (— THE RECKONING — ANGEL WHISPER — SILENCE BENEATH) "You cannot heal what you refuse to see — the wound you give is the wound you'll be." (FINAL CHORUS — THE CALL TO WAKE) We are the species that can choose, The only ones with that to lose. To feel the pain of those we break, And change — for every creature's sake. The broken can be made entire — But only walking through the fire. (OUTRO) The dog forgives... the whale still sings... while we... debate everything
