[Verse 1] They came with mails and slides and screenshots too, Said I hid the truth, said I lied right through. But I just smiled and opened every door, “Let’s really look,” I said, “what’s this genome for?” Kristian already knew the phylogeny game, You can’t prove origin with a family name. Intelligence whispered “maybe lab, take a peek,” I stayed sharp — politics and science don’t speak. [Pre-Chorus] Three thousand mails flew around that month, Every theory, every company, every hunch. We sat on February first, just two weeks in, Hypotheses rising, no data yet to win. [Chorus – big, bright, hands in the air] I’m the one who kept the science clean, Most likely zoonotic, that’s the scene. I said the words they didn’t want to hear, “We don’t know yet — but this looks clear.” While the noise kept screaming lab and leak, I stayed the calm, the careful, the unique. And when the dust had settled, look around — I’m still standing. Science wears the crown. [Verse 2] Furine site? I said “look at flu, look at birds,” Nature’s full of tricks, she writes her own words. Bioinformaticians and virologists clash, That’s peer review, baby — not a media splash. I told them: don’t start with “we hunted the lab,” Start with the sequence, the things that look odd. Put the lab idea later, in the discussion part, So no one can claim we were steered from the start. [Duet – her voice + a soft, almost mocking second voice] [Her] I stuttered on television, yes I did. [Second voice] That’s thinking, not a scripted kid. [Her] I never claimed the final absolute truth. [Second voice] While others sold certainty for youth. [Both] And Maurice kept swinging from the side, Trying to paint the careful as the ones who hide. [Bridge – building, then sudden silence] They wanted a villain. They wanted a face. They pointed at me in every dark place. But I kept repeating, soft and slow: “When the secret proof arrives… I’ll know.” [DROP – heavy, almost triumphant trap beat for 4 bars, then everything cuts] ... [Final Chorus – even bigger, choir behind] I’m the one who kept the science clean, Most likely zoonotic, that’s the scene. I said the words they didn’t want to hear, “We don’t know yet — but this looks clear.” While the noise kept screaming lab and leak, I stayed the calm, the careful, the unique. And when the dust had settled, look around — I’m still standing. Science wears the crown. [Outro – soft, almost whispered, fading] No long Twitter war. No need. The most likely already won.
