Lyric

Music doesn’t save us

It blesses the cage

Paints golden bars

On everyday pain

Music doesn’t save us

It teaches us how

To stay inside

And call it peace

We gather like worshipers in borrowed light

Hands raised high to invisible sound

Praying the noise will rescue our lives

From the weight of days we won’t turn around

We don’t seek truth it costs too much

We buy relief we’re allowed to touch

For one short night we feel awake

Then walk back into the same mistake

Music doesn’t save us

It blesses the cage

Paints golden bars

On everyday pain

Music doesn’t save us

It teaches us how

To stay inside

And call it peace

You sell hope like sacred bread

Feed the hungry what you never ate

You preach “rise” from borrowed thrones

Afraid to stand on your own bones

You promise light, you show no road

Just gentle words on heavy loads

You don’t free souls, you keep them calm

Turning despair into daily calm

Music doesn’t save them

Music doesn’t save you

Just a ritual

We repeat

And me?

I mock the temple while counting coins

Turn shared pain into polished lines

Call it truth, call it art, call it depth

While trading wounds for quiet wealth

I curse the cage, yet decorate

Every bar I love to hate

Breaking myths with perfect sound

Still circling the same ground

They want rest

You want praise

I want meaning

Same exchange

Music doesn’t save us

It keeps us tame

A beautiful system

Of managed pain

Music doesn’t save us

It makes decay

Feel gentle

And safe