歌詞

You speak in mirrors, polished lies

Smile stitched with borrowed light

You kneel where cameras like to pray

Hands are clean, but stains stay white

I saw you feed the hungry crowd

With pockets full of names

You love the sound of breaking chains

As long as none are yours to claim

You say the right words at the right time

Like truth is just a costume change

But silence tells me more than noise

When no one’s watching what you save

A good man bleeds when no one knows

A fake one shines where shadows grow

You wear a halo made of paper

Afraid of fire, rain, and weight

A good heart stays when praise is gone

A liar leaves when lights turn off

I don’t need faith, I read the cracks

That’s how I tell what’s real from that

You cry on cue, you curse the dark

You sell your grief in perfect lines

You call it love, I call it fear

Of standing still, of choosing sides

I watched you turn away your eyes

From hands that couldn’t give you shine

You preach about humanity

But never cross the border line

You count the cost in public gold

In private you don’t pay the price

You draw your morals soft and round

So they can roll away at night

A good man breaks to keep his word

A fake one bends the truth he heard

You wear a halo made of paper

Cut so clean it almost hurts

A good soul stays when hope runs thin

A fraud just waits for winds to shift

I don’t need God, I read the scars

That’s how I tell just who you are

It’s not the sins you try to hide

It’s what you do when you could help

Not every saint is loud and pure

Not every devil sells himself

So when the room is empty now

And no applause is in the air

Who do you choose to be alone

When there’s no one left to stare

A good one stands without a throne

A fake one needs a crowd to hold

You wear a halo made of paper

I wear the truth I never sold

You chase the echo of your name

I carry guilt and still remain

No crown, no stage, no borrowed glow

That’s how I know

That’s how I know

Burn the halo, keep the hands

That’s the line you never cross

Goodness whispers, lies perform

That’s the difference

That’s the cost