[Intro – spoken, very slow, calm] Even if you were elected… that wouldn’t make it right. [Verse 1] You point to ballots, lines, and laws, numbers tallied, rules embossed. You say the vote became your claim, that power changed its moral name. But counting hands doesn’t change the act, force stays force, that’s a fact. If I can’t rule you on my own, I can’t do it with a crowd. [Pre-Chorus] A majority doesn’t grant a right to cross a boundary that wasn’t theirs. [Chorus – slow, heavy, declarative] Even if you were elected, I never gave consent. Even if you won the numbers, authority wasn’t sent. You can’t vote away my life, you can’t claim me by decree. Power isn’t moral just because you got a seat. [Verse 2] You call it mandate, call it law, call it “the people’s voice”. But consent isn’t transferable, and silence isn’t choice. You say “we decided”, I say “not me”. You say “it’s legitimate”, I say “set me free”. [Pre-Chorus 2] Consent is personal, specific, revocable, real. Anything else is theater designed to make force feel clean. [Chorus – variation] Even if you were elected, that doesn’t make you right. A crowd can’t crown you ruler over someone else’s life. No ballot turns coercion into virtue or decree. If I didn’t say “yes”, you don’t rule me. [Bridge – spoken, stripped, chilling] Democracy doesn’t erase domination. It distributes responsibility. The act stays the same— only the mask changes. [Break – silence / low drone] [Final Chorus – deeper, slower] Even if you were elected, the truth remains: No one governs another by default or by claim. Authority ends where consent leaves— and I never gave you permission over me. [Outro – spoken, calm, final] The question was never who voted for you. The question was always: why do you think you rule me?
