[Intro] (low drum... distant choir... pages turning... charcoal scratching on parchment) Every scar remembers a road... Every prison leaves a blueprint... Bring no sword. Bring ink. [Verse 1] He handed me a compass When I reached for a blade Said, "Every monster has a country Every fear a place it's made." He drew no lines for borders Only rivers yet unnamed "Maps are written by the curious... Not by those who curse the rain." [Pre-Chorus] "Tell me... What does it eat?" I answered... "Fear." He smiled... "Fear of what?" [Chorus] Every scar remembers a road Every prison leaves a blueprint Name the mountain Mark the river Nothing grows where maps are missing Draw the silence Chart the echoes Every shadow leaves a trace The monster shrinks The moment You can finally draw its face [Verse 2] "What feeds this one?" "Shame." "Whose voice first placed it in your hands?" ... "What feeds this one?" "Rage." "What wound still asks to understand?" ... "What feeds this one?" "Doubt." "Does doubt seek truth... Or simply fear being wrong?" My pencil kept on moving Till the monster looked less strong [Bridge] We walked where stories hardened Into walls no child could climb He whispered, "Question stone." The mountain opened. He whispered, "Question chains." The prison rusted. He whispered, "Question destiny." The road kept going. [Instrument Break] (low choir... heartbeat percussion... charcoal sketching... wind through abandoned halls) [Final Chorus] Every scar remembers a road Every prison leaves a blueprint Maps don't worship monsters Maps reveal their movement Name the hunger Mark the seasons Learn the paths they always choose Knowledge is the lantern Mystery's what they use [Outro] I came to learn How monsters die Instead... I learned How monsters live. (Charcoal stops scratching.) Now... Hand me another map.
