Pillars Made of Paper

[Verse 1]
Raised on stories
handed down like hand-me-down coats
Names in books
but the ink feels like ghosts
Golden frames
around pictures that never were
Every answer
just another practiced slur
Say “kneel, be small”
while they’re carving up the sky
Built their thrones
on the fear in our eyes
Ten thousand years
of “because I said so”
Every map they drew
had “don’t you dare go”
[Chorus]
We came from fire
from dust and desire
From questions burning holes
through every choir
Pillars made of paper
fall in the light
When we find out the truth
it rewrites the night
We came from stars
from scars and a scream
Not from their chains
or their packaged dream
When the spell breaks
and the walls all slide
We stand there shaking
but we stand outside (outside)
[Verse 2]
Prophets on payroll
selling heaven in a jar
Blessings on subscription
while they’re parking fancy cars
Turn our wonder
into rules and rows
Edit out the parts
where the wild thing grows
They said “don’t look up
don’t listen to your doubt”
But the data didn’t match
what they preached about
Found bones in the ground
older than their tales
Found light from a past
where their doctrine fails
[Chorus]
We came from fire
from dust and desire
From questions burning holes
through every choir
Pillars made of paper
fall in the light
When we find out the truth
it rewrites the night
We came from stars
from scars and a scream
Not from their chains
or their packaged dream
When the spell breaks
and the walls all slide
We stand there shaking
but we stand outside (yeah, outside)
[Bridge]
So what do we do
when the curtain drops?
When the sacred script
just… stops?
Do we rage? Do we run?
Do we call it a loss?
Or build something real
on this rubble and dust?
[Beat drops, vocal half-sung]
We learn our names again
we learn our hands
We write new myths
that don’t demand
We trade fear’s throne
for an honest sky
We won’t know everything
but we won’t live a lie (hey)
[Chorus]
We came from fire
from dust and desire
From questions burning holes
through every choir
Pillars made of paper
fall in the light
When we find out the truth
it rewrites the night
We came from stars
from scars and a scream
From every quiet kid
with a shattered dream
When the spell breaks
and the old gods hide
We walk through the ruins
and we choose our side (our side)

rap, Hybrid rap-pop over UK garage drums and airy chillstep pads; verses float on syncopated house rhythms, hook explodes with trancey synth leads and stacked male vocals. Energy starts introspective and simmering, then lifts into a soaring, defiant chorus. Deep sidechain pump on chords, 808-weighted low end, subtle vocal chops echoing key phrases in the drops., pop, chillstep, trance, hip hop