[Intro, clipped, hostile calm] You saw what happens. Don’t pretend you didn’t. [Verse 1] Mountain in the frame like a judge with no gavel, castle cut into it, every stone says unravel. I don’t need him moving, I don’t need him loud, size alone makes the spine fold, head bow. Those wings ain’t wings, they hands with intent, claws over futures that already been spent. Dead don’t hesitate, bones snap to attention, fear trained memory into resurrection. I’ve seen valleys lean when his name gets weight, gravity listens, mercy comes late. Hell don’t open dark, it opens bright, so the image burns clean when you close your eyes. Demons don’t scream, they grin like they won, cause terror works better when it looks like fun. No matter your color, your prayers, your claim, step off the path and the pit got your name. [Hook] You remember the fire. You remember the rule. You don’t need it explained when the picture schooled you. Fall in line or fall through, that’s the math they use. Fear does the teaching before truth gets loose. [Verse 2] Three shapes spin, bait wrapped in grace, beauty first, then the switch in your face. Horns tear through where the smiles were placed, now you know how fast comfort gets replaced. He watches calm like rent getting paid, everything burning stays right where he says. They stretch the scene till the nerves go numb, long enough that resistance don’t come. They say god sees, god judges, god waits, but the god they show you negotiates with fate. If you’re bad, look close, memorize this end, cause fear works best when it feels permanent. Then bells ring soft, like it’s time to reset, demons pull back like they never existed yet. He folds into stone, hides in plain sight, can’t fight what you swear you didn’t see that night. [Bridge, quiet but venomous] You don’t see him. That’s the point. You don’t ask questions about what you can’t point. [Verse 3] Now watch the pivot, watch how they clean it, columns of light march, everybody in it. Faces go blank, lines fall in place, movement replaces thinking, fear gets erased. Doors crack thin like a surgical cut, just wide enough to crawl when you’re shook. Go be good now, go be nice, go trade truth for a softer life. They don’t sell heaven as power or truth, they sell it as rest after being abused. No strength on display, no wisdom revealed, just quiet relief from what terror sealed. Step through the glow, shut it behind you, don’t look back, don’t compare, don’t argue. Hell was detailed, exact, precise, light just promises you won’t have to decide. [Hook] You remember the fire. You remember the rule. You don’t need it explained when the picture schooled you. Fall in line or fall through, that’s the math they use. Fear does the teaching before truth gets loose. [Outro, cold, final] They didn’t save you from hell. They trained you to accept less power as peace.
