[Intro – Clean Guitar / Piano (instrumental)] [Verse 1] In the quiet of night I hear the sirens of my mind A shadow and a light that never seem to find a line Born with a good heart, but the streets have taught me pain Hungry mouths and hollow eyes, the echoes of the same [Verse 2] The newsreel plays in colors burned by loss and shame Children huddled by the fire while power feeds on gain I hold the hurt like gravel in my throat and in my hands The urge to end the rot — it whispers louder than my plans [Pre-Chorus 1] How do I stay human when the darkness wants to win? I feel the pull to strike it down, to cleanse with fire and sin [Chorus 1] There’s a war within, the angel fights the beast inside I’m torn between the mercy and the weapons I could hide If I could fall like lightning, take the evil from this land Would it be salvation or the start of what I can’t withstand? Minus the sin — can we start again? [Verse 3] I dream I’m carved in steel, a blade with heaven’s name But blood on my hands would only feed another flame I see the faces of the lost; they weigh me like a stone I want to end the hunger, not become a throne of bone [Verse 4] Who made the rules that let the few decide the cost? Who trades our small, soft kindness for empires built on loss? If I could lift the burden, take the cruelty out of time I’d trade the thunder in my chest for one honest line [Pre-Chorus 2] Can strength be gentle, can justice come without the sword? If I could be a weapon made of light, not wrath, not gore [Chorus 2] There’s a war within, the angel fights the beast inside I’m torn between the mercy and the weapons I could hide If I could fall like lightning, take the evil from this land Would it be salvation or the start of what I can’t withstand? Minus the sin — can we start again? [Melodic Guitar Solo – Distorted, soaring over chorus progression] [Bridge / Spoken over sparse guitar] I hold the weight of all the wrongs — it crushes, it confesses A wish to end the nightmare burns like fever in my chest But mercy is a harder thing than vengeance ever was So I fold my hands and beg the world — begin because we must [Chorus 3 (final, anthemic)] There’s a war within, but we can choose which side to tend Not every wound needs thunder, not every wrong demands the end If we stand together, give the small things back their names They’ll have to listen when we rise — and we’ll not fan the flames Minus the sin — can we start again? [Outro – Piano then Clean Guitar (instrumental)]
