[Verse 1]
I bought a house with peeling paint,
Where silence hung like old restraint.
An ancient fridge, sealed and worn,
Hummed like something dead—but warm.
I opened it just out of need…
But what I found made my soul bleed.
A frozen world, too small to fight—
But even then… they saw my light.
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[Verse 2]
A tribe of stone beneath the frost,
Trembled, fought, and mourned their lost.
One looked up—eyes full of flame,
And screamed a word they gave their pain.
Their eyes met mine—so wide, so wild—
Like begging hands from a dying child.
To them, I was some higher form—
A god who watched them face the storm.
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[Chorus]
I was the god behind the glass—
Mute and still, letting decades pass.
They prayed, they wept, they asked me why…
And I just watched them bleed and die.
They built me shrines. They cursed the sky.
And every time they called to me—
I broke a little more inside.
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[Verse 3]
A mother screamed into the ice,
Her baby gone in sacrifice.
They carved in stone with shaking hands—
“Where is the god who lets this stand?”
They turned their worship into blame—
My silence etched into their shame.
In every death, I saw the crown
Of every god who let them down.
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[Final Chorus]
I am not free, I am not whole,
I bear the weight. I play the role.
They still survive beneath this sky—
And I still watch. I still ask why.
I was the face, the god, the lie…
Alone behind the glass…
Left to cry.
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[Breakaway]
I watched them rise. I watched them fall,
Then build machines ten stories tall.
Neon warriors pierced the dark,
With glowing eyes and iron hearts.
It may have been minutes, still in this place—
But for them—it stretched through time and space.
And when they left, no final cry—
Just silence under a flickering sky.
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[Outro]
They hated me.
They all moved on.
But I loved them.
Every goddamn one.
