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Lyrics
**Burn the Maps**
[Verse 1]
In a quiet house upon the hill lived a man called Elias
His walls were lined with maps of gold—empires, mud, and fire
They spoke of buried towers bright, of hidden hands that lied
They answered every doubt he held, and kept his fear inside
[Chorus]
He burned the maps, he burned them slow, watched the paper curl to flame
Every perfect answer turned to smoke and blew away
Now he walks without a compass, wind upon his face
Truth is not owned—it’s discovered in this empty, honest space
[Verse 2]
One autumn night the lines went wrong, the rivers didn’t fit
The mountains lied, the legends broke, the story wouldn’t sit
So he gathered every treasured chart, no anger in his eyes
Laid them gently on the hearth and whispered last goodbyes
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
No grand design to guide his feet, no voice from heaven’s throne
Just aching knees and broken signs and what the sky has shown
He chooses roads on shaky ground with knowledge thin and pale
Yet finds a deeper peace than certainty could ever sell
[Final Chorus]
Yes he burned the maps and found his freedom in between
No longer chained to golden lies or answers too pristine
He walks this world with open hands, accepts what he can’t know
And finds his peace in not knowing… still choosing where to go
(1,478 characters)
Details
GeneratedMay 14, 2026
Duration4:25
LanguageEnglish
Style
Indie 1970's folk, ultra-syncopated complexity, breakaway bass and alto sax duel, sitar and taiko, retro
Credits
Prompt byPrometheus
ModelAria v5.5
