The Golden Apple

THE GOLDEN APPLE [Intro — whispered] You didn’t invite me. So I brought the party with me. One apple. Three goddesses. One choice. And suddenly… everybody wanted war. [Verse 1] I walk in where the silence lives, smiling like I know a secret. Everybody’s playing nice, but I can feel the cracks beneath it. You built your little perfect world, put your crowns up in the sky. You thought that keeping me outside would keep your peace alive. But peace is only pretty when nobody asks what’s true. So I dropped a little chaos right in the middle of you. [Pre-Chorus] Don’t blame me for the fire when you brought the match. Don’t blame me for the breaking when it was built to crack. I don’t make you choose. I just make you show your hand. [Chorus] Here’s your golden apple, tell me who’s the fairest now. Watch the pretty little kingdom tear itself apart somehow. I am Eris. I am discord. I am everything you hide. When the truth walks through the door, I’m the one they blame outside. Call me chaos. Call me trouble. Call me everything you fear. But if one little apple breaks you, maybe I was never the problem here. [Verse 2] I don’t need a throne of gold, I don’t need your holy crown. I’ll whisper one uncomfortable truth and watch the walls come down. You want Athena’s wisdom, Hera’s power, Aphrodite’s flame. Everybody wants the prize, but nobody wants the blame. Paris held the apple like the world was his to choose. Three promises, one decision, and somebody had to lose. But I was never choosing sides. I just opened up the door. You were already carrying the war before I ever touched the floor. [Pre-Chorus] Don’t blame me for the battle when your hearts were keeping score. Don’t blame me for the bloodshed when you wanted something more. I don’t start the madness. I just show you what it’s for. [Chorus] Here’s your golden apple, tell me who’s the fairest now. Watch the pretty little kingdom tear itself apart somehow. I am Eris. I am discord. I am everything you hide. When the truth walks through the door, I’m the one they blame outside. Call me chaos. Call me trouble. Call me everything you fear. But if one little apple breaks you, maybe I was never the problem here. [Bridge — slower, haunting] I am not the storm. I am the thunder you ignored. I am not the knife. I’m the hand that shows the sword. I am every little question you were too afraid to ask. I am every hidden fracture underneath your perfect mask. You call me destructive… but what if I reveal? What if something has to shatter before anything can heal? [Breakdown — spoken/whispered] Kallisti. For the fairest. For the jealous. For the broken. For the ones who were forgotten. You didn’t invite Eris… So Eris brought the truth. [Final Chorus — explosive] Here’s your golden apple, let it fall and let it roll. Let it find the deepest weakness in the heart and in the soul. I am Eris. I am discord. I am chaos dressed in gold. I don’t have to start your war— I only have to watch it unfold. Call me wicked. Call me reckless. Call me everything you fear. But when everything comes crashing down, don’t pretend I put it there. [Outro — whispered, laughing softly] One apple. One choice. One little spark… And look what you’ve done. Hail Eris. Hail Discordia. Now… who’s the fairest?