Lyric

I folded the truth into a quieter shape

So it wouldn’t cut the hands reaching for faith

Every mirror screamed that I chose the wrong side

But silence felt kinder than letting them bleed alive

I watched the fire spread in honest light

Burning every hope that couldn’t survive

So I closed my mouth, let the rumor grow

Carried all the weight that they’ll never know

If I said it out loud, the sky would fall

If I stayed pure, we’d lose it all

I wear a glass halo, cracked but still mine

They call me a traitor, I call it a line

Between what is right and what keeps us safe

I lie like a shield, not a crown of praise

Let them throw stones, let history bend

I’ll rot as a villain if it saves the end

I signed my name where the ink felt cursed

Chose the lesser wound so it wouldn’t burst

They chant for heroes who never doubt

But doubt is the price of figuring out

I hear their prayers dressed up as blame

They need a devil to keep them sane

So I stand still while they sharpen knives

Better one ruined than a thousand lives

Truth is a bomb with a holy fuse

Someone has to decide when not to choose

I wear a glass halo, sharp on my skin

Every reflection says I didn’t win

But the city still breathes another day

Built on a sin they’ll curse and pray

Let them write songs about my disgrace

I’ll hum along from a forgotten place

Maybe someday when the smoke is thin

They’ll see the bones of what could’ve been

No statues raised, no names restored

Just a quiet world that avoided war

If justice is clean, why does it hurt?

Why does mercy have to wear the dirt?

I wear a glass halo, breaking slow

Under the weight of what they don’t know

If truth is a knife, I chose the lie

That cut me open, not the crowd outside

Remember me wrong, forget me well

I chose to save you by going to hell

When honesty kills, silence decides

This is what justice looks like when it hides