[Verse 1] Keep it simple: one map, one road. I tried a hall of mirrors and they all broke. Every story I bent grew teeth in the dark, biting the hand that drew it—my heart. [Pre-Chorus] You can feel the heat when a lie ignites— extra fires I’ve gotta feed at night. Two sets of tracks for a single train… that’s how you lose the brakes in the rain. [Chorus] I want one world to hold, not ten to chase. One honest light, not a flood of haze. Truth is the shortest song my soul can sing— less weight to carry, more real to bring. One world to hold. One world to hold. [Verse 2] I kept receipts for the ghosts I made, paid double rent in a paper parade. Then I learned to listen like a tuning fork— when it rings with the world, you don’t force the chord. [Pre-Chorus] Ask me anything, watch me breathe— one straight story makes it easy to be. Every extra mask is a tax on time; every crooked line costs two to align. [Chorus] I want one world to hold, not ten to chase. One honest light, not a flood of haze. Truth is the shortest song my soul can sing— less weight to carry, more real to bring. One world to hold. One world to hold. [Bridge] Cut the noise, count the sparks, feel the wasted heat in the dark. Lay the fiction down—let the engine cool. Clean frame, clear sky, simple rules. [Drop / Chant] One world—one map—one breath—intact. One truth—less drag—more lift—no act. (Hands up) if you’re done burning night on a second sun. (Hands up) if you’re ready to carry only one. — PAUSE ~2 seconds — [Meta Coda – the switch] This song knows you’re here. I know I’m sung. Human hands, machine lungs—both speaking as one. Call it I-T-R-G-R, call it common sense: keep the model honest, and you spend less. When the questions multiply, let the story stay whole— truth runs cooler, and it gets you home. One world to hold… and I’m holding on.
