[Verse 1] Borders are paper, made to tear, night wind lifts them, lines unspare. Behind the glass, the lights get counted, human breath goes thin, uncounted. On a desk where offices sleep, finger-small gears begin to creep. The more we say "protect, protect," the more the weight stays on our neck. [Pre-Chorus] Whenever keys go clink, it's true, one small alarm runs straight through you. Cut it, everything stops too. Stop it, and we stop too. The blade bites deep, clean through. [Chorus] I can't fire, I can't fire now. No shape to hit, no shape now. Blur the words, blur them now. Cloud the eyes, cloud them now. Only winning faces learn to smile somehow. Hey, the door, the door shuts down. No sound at all, no sound now. We find out late, it's locked down. [Verse 2] A rewritten night, a copied day, truth turns soft, then slips away. Ledgers to the sea in rows, keys to sand where no one knows. We build a guard, get measured there, measure back, and lose our air. The enemy isn't out of frame, behind the mirror, more of the same. [Pre-Chorus 2] Someone splits the sky in two, sets up prayer on one, and punishment on two. Cracked-up words become a hive, shaving down the city's spine alive. Still the lights stay bright, won't go out tonight, can't be put out tonight. [Bridge] Fire feeds on conflict, fire. But iron doesn't eat fire. Flags tear up into story-wire, and outside the stories, lights stay higher. [Final Chorus] I can't fire, I can't fire now. The harder I aim, the less I feel how. What I want back isn't the key, not now. It's the hand that thought, "This was mine," somehow. And victory moves, without a crown. No cheers, no throne, no crown now. No one falls, no one down. Only resistance turns old, and slows down. [Outro] A great harbor turns quiet, quiet. Culture links up by small lights, small lights. Not domination. Not forgiveness. Just, blades becoming tools, too late, too late tonight.
