Verse 1 Born in a house built high on bones and borrowed pride, Marble shining like a kingdom where the ghosts refused to hide. Every whisper in the hallway carried someone else’s crime, And he learned to wear a silence like a shield before his time. Flashbulbs cracked like lightning every time his father spoke, Shaking hands and shaking nations with a smile that never broke. And the kid stood in the doorway, trying hard to understand How a heart turns cold in the shape of a man. ________________________________________ Pre Chorus So he kept his voice down low, Kept his footsteps off the floor, Learned the art of disappearing In a room that wanted more. ________________________________________ Chorus Yeah, I’ve seen him wear a face that never fit him, A mask stitched tight with all the things he’s seen. He walks the wire between the truth and what they give him, A shadow drifting between the man and what he’ll be. And no one knows the price of carrying that name… Not even him. Not yet. ________________________________________ Verse 2 He’s older now, but the world still sees the father first, Every handshake, every rumor, every whisper turning worse. He’s got charm like a weapon, got a fire in his chest, And he hates the way it feels like something he inherited. Some nights he stares the mirror down like it’s a crime he can’t outrun, Searching for the monster in the cracks he’s never seen become. And I watch him fight the shadows that his father left behind, But the darkness keeps its rhythm, keeps its time. ________________________________________ Pre Chorus So he laughs at all the wrong things, Learns to lie before he cries, Learns that love can feel like power When you’re standing on the side Of a man who never cared Who he broke to stay alive. ________________________________________ Chorus Yeah, I’ve seen him wear a face that never fit him, A mask stitched tight with all the things he’s seen. He walks the wire between the truth and what they give him, A shadow drifting between the man and what he’ll be. And no one knows the price of carrying that name… Not even him. Not yet. ________________________________________ Bridge There’s a flicker in him sometimes, A softness he can’t control. A kindness that scares him deeper Than the anger in his soul. ’Cause mercy never lived In the kingdom of that man— No, mercy never lived In the kingdom of that man. ________________________________________ Final Chorus (Unresolved) So he keeps on wearing faces that don’t fit him, Changing masks like seasons just to breathe. He walks the line between redemption and the ruin, A shadow drifting between the man and what he’ll be. And maybe he’ll outrun the blood that built his name… Or maybe he won’t. No one knows. Not even him.