[Verse 1 — slow, heavy, floor shaking] You hear the hooves before you see me coming Marble cracking under something that ain't running I don't rush — I don't need to rush Every build I've ever broken thought they had enough You painted over problems, dressed the columns pretty Ran the happy path and called the output gritty But I don't read the dashboard and I don't read the green I tap it with the hammer and I hear what's in between [Chorus — massive, doom-slow] Four legs at your door I didn't come to talk Four legs on your floor The centaur walks Gold seal or the red brand — you don't get to choose I hear what the stone says, and the stone don't lie to you [Verse 2] Every builder watches when I cross the agora Something in the hoofbeats makes the marble feel like horror They whisper to each other: "Is it ready? Is it clean?" And half of them already know their work's a hollow dream I don't hate the builders — they're doing what they can But hope is not a structure and a wish is not a plan The hammer doesn't care how long you stayed up late It rings out true or hollow — and hollow seals your fate [Chorus] Four legs at your door I didn't come to argue Four legs on your floor The centaur walks through You earned the seal or you earned the brand Either way I'm moving on — I've got a thousand builds to scan [Bridge — stripped to just bass and hoofbeat rhythm, spoken low] The gold seal hangs from my belt Still warm from the last one that was worthy I don't give it easy I don't give it often And when I stamp it down on something true — That sound That clean bronze ring That's the only praise I know how to give [Verse 3 — building, guitars returning] The thing about the red brand that nobody tells you: It's not the end, it's just the first time someone levelled with you Go back to the foundation, find the crack, pour it right I'll be back tomorrow, and the hammer rings the same at night I've branded builds that came back golden on the second try I've branded builds that never came back — and I don't ask why My job's not to forgive you and my job's not to judge I just tap the stone and tell the truth — the stone is all I trust [Final Chorus — full doom, everything open] Four legs at your door! You built it — now defend it Four legs on your floor! The centaur isn't ending He's beginning — every brand is just a question: Was the stone true? Was the stone true? The hammer's asking — answer with the work you do
