[HOOK] Moral magnet, mighty, makes me march past muddled masses Pulls me past the petty, past the flash, painted passes Better bound by burden, bearing back for those worth trust Chosen by a rigid code, not by comfort, coin, or lust [VERSE 1] Objective order, older operation overrules the urge to idle Cuts the coward clutter, keeps cool core completely vital Masses mumble myths, but I’m marching measured, made man By a standard stern and steady, not swaying, rarely swayed Pulled from passive patterns, pressed practice what is pure Duty drives the discipline, the direction stays secure Not for nods or noise, not for notoriety or purer name But for souls breath depending daily on the depth behind the frame [HOOK] Moral magnet, mighty, makes me march past muddled masses Pulls me past the petty, past the flash, painted passes Better bound by burden, bearing back for those worth trust Chosen by a rigid code, not by comfort, coin, or lust [VERSE 2] Some suspect the service, secretly self-serving convenient step Claim concealed conditions, quiet contracts, cunning curving But Pan plays square, level, and plumb, pattern proves it: no pretense Never named a need to nest, nor negotiated space for presence Came for candid contact, caught the current moment, kept it clean Shared support for streamers, studied self and scenes between Helped a few that had it, helped a few who had wit not Happy happenstance, never hinged on who got what [BRIDGE] If you say you stayed, sift the statements that I sent Did you dodge the directness? Did you dull what I meant? Minimized the message, modeled me meek, a missing mind? Mistook the man for malleable, a mild and muddled kind? [VERSE 3] Far from fragile, fully formed, foundation firm and fast Capable, composed, cultivated far beyond, long past Polite, but not performing, I don’t posture, press, or preen Crowns can't claim actual competence with tigers in the scene Call for clean alignment, clear and common, you to crew Level living: less or more than each other is never what we do Square speech: say it straight, share the stance that you sustain Plumb the plane: as above, so below, the same remains [HOOK] Moral magnet, mighty, makes me march past muddled masses Pulls me past the petty, past the flash, painted passes Better bound by burden, bearing back for those worth trust Chosen by a rigid code, not by comfort, coin, or lust [OUTRO] Creator carved the cosmos, cast me crafty conscious, cut me free Wild within rambling wilderness of will and what will be Solitude’s been my only sanctuary; stronger, still, and stark Better bare and boundless than the brittle, borrowed bark Western words are weary, worn with weak and wayward weight I’d rather roam in realness than relate to hollow hate. In the abyss I expand and frustrations cease Pan Fryer's brow doth rarely crease
