歌詞

I do not seek your faith—only your waking

Tear off the sleep like a flag that’s breaking

If hope is numb, I’ll cut its gauze

And carve new laws beneath your laws

I am not flame—I’m oxygen’s doubt

Feeding the spark you keep shutting out

Call me a mask, a rumor, a stain—

I am the silence you cannot contain

I wear this visor to mirror your fear

A future that judges the comfort you steer

Banquets of laughter drown distant cries

Yet I walk like a verdict through all their lies

Home? No—gravity shackles the will

Cradles become cages when hearts stand still

History sleeps in ornamental chains

Crowns rust slowly on inherited remains

If mercy is sleep that never ends

Then waking must refuse to pretend

I do not seek your faith—only your waking

Tear off the sleep like a flag that’s breaking

If hope is numb, I’ll cut its gauze

And carve new laws beneath your laws

I am not flame—I’m oxygen’s doubt

Feeding the spark you keep shutting out

Call me a mask, a rumor, a stain—

I am the silence you cannot contain

I buried my names in embers and dust

Let ashes decide which memories to trust

I do not hate—hatred obeys

I seek what trembles when certainty frays

Not for the thrill, not to be right—

But to force the species to stand and fight

If heaven won’t move, then I’ll lift the lid

Show sky is a weight pressed over the kid

I do not seek your faith—only your waking

Tear off the sleep like a flag that’s breaking

If hope is numb, I’ll cut its gauze

And carve new laws beneath your laws

I am not flame—I’m oxygen’s doubt

Feeding the spark you keep shutting out

Call me a mask, a rumor, a stain—

I am the silence you cannot contain

I wore iron so the world passed through

Undisturbed by comfort or what I knew

A rival appeared—not foe, but gauge

Proof that my limits still had a cage

I will be no saint, no sovereign throne—

Only the tremor that cracks the stone

Do not adore me—wake where you stand

Tremble, then choose, with an open hand

If truth is costly, pay with your breath

Live wide enough to argue with death

I am not flame—I’m oxygen’s doubt

A red acceleration, inside and out

Let thinking live on when banners decay

Leave me unnamed at the edge of night

Not red—

But the silence before you rewrite