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[Verse 1] It’s etched in the marrow, the bone’s brittle hum, The script whispered down from a deadbeat sun. Every word’s in the air, engraved in the smoke, Before the breath forms a cloud and the sentence is spoke. It’s a map on the back of the moth’s fragile wings, Drawn in the chaos where the crooked tooth sings. You can scrape at the canvas, claw at the slate, But the ink’s in your blood, and it knows your fate. [Hook] You can’t stop what’s written, it moves like a tide, Every step’s in the script, every fall, every stride. The ink bleeds eternal, the lines won’t fade, Just a pawn in the plot of the story that’s made. [Verse 2] I saw it scrawled in the cracks of the pavement’s grin, Where the weeds split the stone and the roots begin. It was there in the rattle of a raven’s claw, A silent tattoo on a locked church door. I tried to erase it with the cold of my breath, But the frost wrote it back in the language of death. Even fire couldn’t burn it; the smoke spelled lies, The ash rose up and painted the skies. [Hook] You can’t stop what’s written, it moves like a tide, Every step’s in the script, every fall, every stride. The ink bleeds eternal, the lines won’t fade, Just a pawn in the plot of the story that’s made. [Bridge] The page turns without hands to guide, A kaleidoscope of scenes that collide inside. Every choice is a chain, every link pre-forged, And the pen’s in the grip of a faceless lord. But maybe it’s freedom, this absence of choice, Like surrendering the world to an echoing voice. If the ending’s prewritten, then what is regret? A ghost in the margins, a shade of what’s left. [Verse 3] So I walk through the maze with the walls closing in, Where the graffiti’s a prophecy etched on my skin. It’s a verse for the cursed, a hymn for the lost, A melody paid at too steep a cost. But I hear it, the rhythm, the unbroken beat, Like the drum of the rain on the city's concrete. I’ll trace every word to the edge of the dawn, Where the ink runs dry and the soul is reborn. [Hook] You can’t stop what’s written, it moves like a tide, Every step’s in the script, every fall, every stride. The ink bleeds eternal, the lines won’t fade, Just a pawn in the plot of the story that’s made. [Outro] So let the story play out, I’m just one more line, A character caught in the grand design. The quill’s in the grip of an unseen hand, And the tale spins onward, exactly as planned. #music #song #newmusic #newsong #ai #musicvideo #aimusic #thoughts #awakening #think #disscussion #conversation #exactly #planned