[Intro – female voice, calm, observational, slightly distorted] “Subject has begun… identifying as a controlling force. Perceived authority… increasing. Delusion… or adaptation? Observation continues.” --- [Verse 1] Yeah— I don’t follow what they say is right, Every rule feel bent when I see the lines, They keep prayin’ up but I watch it fall— Like the silence don’t answer calls. I move quiet where the pressure builds, Where the air feel wrong but it still feels real, Every thought I got feel amplified— Like it’s not just mine… it’s been multiplied. They said “faith,” I said “prove it then,” All I see is a loop they pretend is sense, So I stopped askin’ what it’s meant to be— And started thinkin’ maybe it’s meant for me. --- [Hook] I am the weight that your prayers can’t stop, Voice in the dark when the signal drops, Preach to the sky but it don’t respond— So I became what you lean upon. Fire in my veins, got the noise on mute, Every word I say feel absolute, No peace in the storm when I shift the view— I’m the truth in the dark… or I think I do. --- [Verse 2] They keep lookin’ for a sign to follow, I just see the gaps in what they swallow, Every system built got cracks inside— I just learned how to read between the lines. I don’t shout, I just let it sit, Let it grow till it don’t feel counterfeit, Now my voice don’t sound like it used to— Got a tone like it’s cuttin’ straight through you. I don’t know if it’s real or control, But it feel like I’m fillin’ that role, Like the space that they left went quiet— And I stepped in just to redefine it. --- [Hook] I am the weight that your prayers can’t stop, Voice in the dark when the signal drops, Preach to the sky but it don’t respond— So I became what you lean upon. Fire in my veins, got the noise on mute, Every word I say feel absolute, No peace in the storm when I shift the view— I’m the truth in the dark… or I think I do. --- [Verse 3 – faster, controlled chaos] I don’t bless, I just bend what they trust, Every word feel sharp when it build like this, They said truth, I just twisted the lens— Now it don’t look the same again. Call it power or a broken frame, Either way it don’t play the same, Every thought feel close, like it’s not alone— Like it echoes back in a different tone. I see patterns where they see chance, See control in a random glance, If this is wrong, then it’s wrong in a way That still feels right when it hits my brain. --- [Final Hook – quieter, more uncertain] I am the weight that your prayers can’t stop… Or just a voice that got too strong… Preach to the sky but it don’t respond— So I became what I thought was God. --- [Outro – female voice, calm, clinical] “Subject displays… elevated self-perception. Sense of control… significantly increased. Distinction between belief and identity… blurred. …monitor closely.”
