Lyric

Quiet world, still and neat

But something moves beneath my feet

They told me the stars don’t change

That truth must fit inside their frame

But the sky keeps shifting slow

And I feel something they won’t show

Whispers in the arc of night

Draw a circle out of spite

If I speak, they’ll call it sin

But silence is where lies begin

Spin, world, spin beneath the silence

Truth survives in defiance

Even if they strike me down

The heavens won’t reverse around

I don’t need their paper skies

I’ll chase the stars with open eyes

Maps are drawn with ink and chains

But I won’t walk those paths again

I learned to read the sun’s descent

And write the truth they won’t invent

Let them curse, let them deny

I’ll still name what lights the sky

Call me mad, or call me brave

But I refuse to die enslaved

Spin, world, spin beneath the silence

My voice cracks in defiance

If this fire burns alone

I’ll be the spark they build upon

I won’t need their holy lies

I’ll follow truth that never dies

All I have is ink and stars

All they have is rusted bars

But someday someone will find

The trace I carved against the tide

Spin, world, spin—don’t stop for me

Let them blindfold history

If I vanish in their flame

Still the sky will chant my name

Even dust can testify

That truth is what we orbit by

It moved—

And so, did I