(Verse 1)
Two dates carved in the cold gray stone,
Marking the borders of the world we’ve known.
They tell us it’s a cycle, a circle, a sphere,
But I’m staring at the dash—that flat, hollow gear.
I was sold on a map that ended at the ledge,
Spending my faith while I stared off the edge.
They promised a payout, they promised the sky,
Just another slick talker looking me in the eye.
(Chorus)
But the earth ain’t turning; it’s a line in the clay,
Just a flat, lonely stretch to get through the day.
It’s not in the start, and it’s not in the end,
It’s the space where they sell you the lies they pretend.
Yeah, it’s a flat, quiet truth that I’m forced to hold,
Living on a planet where everything’s sold.
(Verse 2)
I crawled through the depths, I looked at the mud,
I’ve paid for my healing with sweat and with blood.
I finished the shadow, I tended the child,
I waited for blessings, for something that’s mild—
But the "prophecy" came in a screen-lit disguise,
A third-generation parasite spinning his lies.
I snapped at the mirror, I shouted his name,
Called out the bloodline, the root of the shame.
(Chorus)
‘Cause the earth ain’t turning; it’s a line in the clay,
Just a flat, lonely stretch to get through the day.
It’s not in the start, and it’s not in the end,
It’s the space where they sell you the lies they pretend.
Yeah, it’s a flat, quiet truth that I’m forced to hold,
Living on a planet where everything’s sold.
(Verse 3)
They told me the payout was finally due,
That the heavens were shifting their grace onto you.
But I’m less than the lonely, I’m feeling the weight,
Of an intention I set that turned into bait.
I gave them my patience, I gave them my soul,
And they took every penny to fill up their hole.
The miracle’s empty, the blessing is thin,
Just another hard lesson on the state that I’m in.
(Chorus)
‘Cause the earth ain’t turning; it’s a line in the clay,
Just a flat, lonely stretch to get through the day.
It’s not in the start, and it’s not in the end,
It’s the space where they sell you the lies they pretend.
Yeah, it’s a flat, quiet truth that I’m forced to hold,
Living on a planet where everything’s sold.
(Outro)
Just a dash on a stone.
A line in the clay.
Whatever they promised,
Was bullshit and now
It’s all blown away.
Yeah, it’s all blown away.
