Song from "Vol 3 - Breaking Point". 02 - 12 This is a continue of idea what i gave in Vol 1 and 2 Playlist. Full Playlist Vol 3 is avaliable. Enjoy ------------------------------------------------------ [Intro] In a mad world we crawl and rise, Where different thought becomes the crime in your eyes. An offered answer sparks contempt and flame, A question turns to fury — you heap on shame. If it were up to you you'd watch the rebel burn, So tell me true — am I a heretic in your eyes? [Verse 1] Every society builds its high, sealed keep, Where private laws lie buried, buried deep. Like a pack that keeps its order cold and tight, One who steps aside breaks silence in the night. To speak a different truth draws out the same old cry — “He's a heretic! Cast him out! Let him be denied.” [Pre-Chorus] Allow me to ask, though now you're filled with rage, Is this truly how you act when other views engage? Is it true then — am I a heretic in your eyes? [Chorus] Stepping from the pack with my own worldview shared, You're cursed — you'll tear the chains that we have bared. The chains we hammered through long years of flame, We don't care what you think — you're the heretic we name. You dared to throw a gauntlet at our call, Begone from our fortress — else feel the vengeance fall. [Verse 2] How dare you challenge the custom that keeps us fed? Where did you learn the words you speak and spread? Wake up, think twice — why chase that hollow light? Do you suppose other keeps beyond are somehow right? Repent your visions, throw them down and be restored, Return into the fold and follow like the horde. [Bridge] Who told you your fortress could not be undone, that your truth is the only law? Look around, look up — there are other roofs, another awe. There are different keeps, perhaps kinder, perhaps wise, I choose teaching and knowledge over aimless, blind disguise. I choose learning over marching to a purpose set by you alone, Not to follow one imposed horizon — I’ll claim my own. [Chorus] If I am a heretic in your eyes — so be it, let it stand, Don't beg me, don't implore me, don't try to change my hand. You can exile me, you can curse my name and try to bind, But from my chosen road I will not turn — I'm not designed. Even if my choice proves wrong — let consequence arise, I made this step by my own will, by my own choice and life. [Outro] Maybe banished from your hierarchy, I'll find my way, Even if the road is harsh — I'll pay the price and stay. Full of will and resolution, this choice makes life ignite, Learning and wisdom to embrace — I'll walk into that light. But say to me one last time, before we break these ties — Am I still a heretic in your eyes?
