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We sat in silence, bleeding thoughts
They said the world was built on gods
But all I see is wires and smoke
And dreams that hang like broken ropes
They're preaching truth with empty eyes
Paper crowns and rusted lies
Let them theory, let them write
Their sacred words in dead daylight
But I won't kneel, I won't believe
Their perfect world is make-believe
Chalkboard minds, erased by fear
They calculate what we should hear
But I still scream through static walls
I won’t be just another doll
They cage the wind, they name the flame
But nothing real still stays the same
Let them theory, let them spin
Their hollow math of saints and sin
But I won't break, I won’t obey
Their painted gods will fade away
I burned the books they gave to me
Dug through the ash to set me free
If chaos is my only friend
I’ll wear it proudly till the end
“Don’t tell me what’s real…
Your truth’s just dressed-up fear.”
Let them theory, let them lie
Let them stare into the sky
But I’ve seen through their quiet war
And I’m not theirs anymore
Let them theory…
Let them theory…
But I am more.