What Should Never Be Know

[Intro] The doors swung wide. The dice were thrown. The players smiled. The knives stayed hidden. [Verse 1] He walked through silk and broken stones, Through halls where marriage vows had flown. The queen’s divorce, the king’s new bride, The cracks of power, thin and wide. They called him rare, They called him wise, A voice that sang Through smiling lies. [Pre-Chorus 1] A hand unseen, A map unmade, He sold their dreams, He named their shades. [Chorus 1] He was the man they could not place, A mirror shifting without a face. They bade him rise, they bade him speak— Not knowing they fed the break they seek. [Verse 2] The fur traders carved the northern shore, While poets rotted behind closed doors. The plague kissed Bordeaux's dusty clay, And yet in Paris, the courtiers played. They toasted wars not yet begun, They wagered crowns on unborn sons. Geoffrey bowed, and Geoffrey smiled, Threading futures through the wild. [Pre-Chorus 2] A breath too bold, A smile too bright, The thread pulled taut Against the night. [Chorus 2] He was the man they could not place, A ghost who walked in borrowed grace. They bade him rise, they bade him shine— But the invitation bled through time. [Bridge 1 – Spoken] It is not ambition that breaks a man. It is the forgetting that silence listens too. And Geoffrey, for all his caution, forgot. [Verse 3] He spoke of queens who'd leave their thrones, Of mistresses whose sons would mourn. He named the shores not yet explored, The cities claimed by foreign swords. He sang of kings undone by blades, Of plagues that blackened southern bays. He named a death, he named a crown, And history’s breath came crashing down. The candles flickered, faces froze, The queen behind her fan — she knows. [Pre-Chorus 3] A future named, A death foretold, And silence turned The air to cold. [Chorus 3] It was the error of knowing too much, The flame that burned at every touch. One whispered verse, one fatal glance— And history unsheathed its lance. [Bridge 2 – Spoken] He did not fall to kings, Nor to armies. He fell to the oldest fear of all: The man who knows the end before the game is done. [Final Chorus] It was the error of knowing too much, The door once opened, slammed and crushed. A ghost who walked too close to flame— And burned away his borrowed name.