Lyric

I lined the walls with theories, paper cities in my head

Bridges made of maybe, every word I never said

I chased the why behind the why, a hall of mirrored doubt

Built a maze from questions just to find my way back out

Every answer growing teeth

Gnawing holes in what I need

So I take the simplest cut

Let the excess fall to dust

If it works, it works enough

Truth don’t beg to be discussed

No grand design, no secret code

Just the shortest path I know

I drop the weight, I trust the blade

I take the simplest cut

I kissed conspiracies, they tasted sweet and slow

Promised hidden kingdoms I was special enough to know

But clocks don’t lie, they only move

No matter how we pray

The cleanest line still finds its end

Without a word to say

All the noise is standing still

While one thought quietly drills

So I take the simplest cut

Let the story bleed to one

If it stands, it stands alone

Doesn’t need a smoking gun

No puppet strings, no grand facade

Just the fewest steps from cause

I drop the myths, I trust the edge

I take the simplest cut

Maybe truth is just a door

That opens when I stop

Trying every key at once

And turn the one I’ve got

I take the simplest cut

Not because it hurts the least

But because it leaves no marks

Where imagination feeds

When everything is stripped away

What remains is what I meant

I don’t need more to understand

I take the simplest cut

Clean hands, open eyes

One clear line across the night