[Verse 1 — grinding, slow] You see the centaur coming and you know what's in his hands Gold seal on the left, but it's the right you understand The red brand burns hot, it doesn't cool It marks the work that tried to break the rules Your lint was dirty, your tests were thin The Truthsayer found the rot you buried in You thought you'd sneak it past the gate? The centaur doesn't guard — he investigates [Chorus — heavy, pounding] Red brand! Stamp it down! Your build just hit the ground! Red brand! Earned, not given! Back to the drawing board, you're not forgiven! [Verse 2] Don't take it personal, take it structural The brand isn't anger, it's architectural A hollow column holds up nothing safe A hollow build is just a decorated grave I tapped it with the hammer, heard the void inside You painted over problems, thought the paint would hide But bronze knows bronze, and stone knows stone The centaur hears the difference in the tone [Chorus] Red brand! Stamp it down! Four trials and you failed on round Red brand! Not punishment — it's proof! Your foundation's cracked beneath the roof! [Bridge — breakdown, spoken over grinding] The gold seal is warm It feels like approval The red brand is hot It feels like the truth One of them is earned The other one is earned too You just earned the wrong one [Final Chorus — maximum weight] Red brand! Take it back! Rebuild from the base, fill in the cracks! Red brand! The centaur moves on! Fix it right this time — he'll be back at dawn!
