You saw the snare
The quiet call to step down
To let the ego fall, to surrender the crown
But you are sharp
You read the room
You used the light to build a comfortable tomb
You analyzed the risk, then moved the warning sign
You took the narrow gate and made the edges shine
A calculated grace, a SMART and bounded goal
You kept the system perfect, but you starved the soul
You slipped the knot with a psychological key
And called it freedom, so the world could see
It makes perfect sense
It reads so well
A brilliant management
Of a private hell
Are you sure it’s as clever as you think?
Are you sure you’re the master of the brink?
You worship at the altar of the plausible mind
Leaving the foolishness of the cross behind
You justify the armor, you protect the skin
But are you really sure this is how you win?
You took the holy sword to guard your fragile pride
A theological excuse to turn around and hide
Commandment zero: You claim the absolute throne
“I am who I am,” you declare it on your own
You play the wise defender, keeping out the cold
But all your clever reasons leave the truth untold
It makes perfect sense
It reads so well
A brilliant management
Of a private hell
Are you sure it’s as clever as you think?
Are you sure you’re the master of the brink?
You worship at the altar of the plausible mind
Leaving the foolishness of the cross behind
You justify the armor, you protect the skin
But are you really sure this is how you win?
The sky isn't clapping for your great escape
The heavens aren't impressed by the rules you shape
You outsmarted the pain, you outsmarted the loss
You outsmarted the shadow of the foolish cross
But the field is dead!
Are you sure it’s as clever as you think?
Are you sure you’re the master of the brink?
You worship at the altar of the plausible mind
Leaving the foolishness of the cross behind
You kept the grain of wheat right inside your hand
The smartest dead man in a barren land
Are you sure?
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