[Intro — whispered choir, soft footsteps, pizzicato plucks]
Shhh…
Let them think I’m harmless.
It makes things easier.
[Verse 1 — sly, hushed, observant]
They speak in half-truths when they think I’m not listening,
Their whispers weaving secrets through the room.
I keep my gaze lowered,
My pulse steady, glistening—
I watch their little stories bloom.
Every lie they drop becomes another thread I pull,
Every careless boast paints the picture full.
[Pre-Chorus — the game reveals itself]
You can learn a lot
From people who don’t know
They’re being studied.
Oh… the arrogance of feeling unseen.
[Chorus — controlled, sinister confidence]
I move behind the quiet,
Right where the truth unwinds.
You’d never know I’m hunting
By the softness of my eyes.
I’m patient as the shadows—
They never see me coming.
Let them walk into the web themselves…
All I do is tug the line.
[Verse 2 — deeper calculation, subtle threat]
They dance in circles thinking they control the battlefield,
But strategy is nothing like they claim.
A smile is just a weapon
When you know what it can shield—
And silence is a far more ruthless game.
I memorize their footsteps,
Every weakness they betray,
I store it like a treasure
For a far more useful day.
[Pre-Chorus — sharpening tone]
They think I’m playing nice,
But kindness is a mask
I let them trust.
Oh… fools forget the quiet ones can strike.
[Chorus — stronger, still restrained]
I move behind the quiet,
Right where the truth unwinds.
You’d never know I’m hunting
By the softness of my eyes.
I’m patient as the shadows—
They never see me coming.
Let them walk into the web themselves…
All I do is tug the line.
[Bridge — whispered, choir echoing, tension coiling]
I don’t need to roar
To start a war.
I don’t need a crown
To pull them down.
Power isn’t loud—
It’s hidden underground.
Let them laugh…
Let them doubt…
Let them turn their backs around.
[Final Chorus — more dangerous, final reveal]
I move behind the quiet,
Right where the truth unwinds.
They never saw the danger
In the calmness of my smile.
I’m patient as the shadows—
And shadows always win.
They walk straight into the snare I set…
All I do is
Pull
The
String.
