You Never Wanted Truth

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Verse I You said, "I'm only asking questions." No— you were shopping for an answer that already loved your name. You gathered broken mirrors, called them evidence. Stacked enough fragments until confusion looked like revelation. One crack. Another. Another. Soon the whole sky felt guilty. Pre-Chorus Nobody forced your hand. Nobody chained your eyes. You walked willingly... because certainty felt warmer than thinking. Chorus You never wanted truth. You wanted relief. You wanted the ache of uncertainty to finally leave. Every empire knows this. Every thinker. Every tyrant. Every screen. Break the ground beneath a man— then sell him a place to stand. Verse II First came the questions. Then came the doubts. Then came a thousand tiny anomalies you'd never have time to examine. You mistook exhaustion for discovery. You mistook overload for evidence. You mistook recognition for understanding. Then they whispered— "The people who see this..." "...are different." And suddenly your opinion became your identity. Pre-Chorus II The moment your questions needed defending... they stopped being questions. Chorus You never wanted truth. You wanted relief. A map without uncertainty. A war without complexity. A villain without humanity. So every generation builds another altar where certainty wears a different face. Bridge Athens. Palace. Empires. Printing presses. Broadcast towers. Television. Feeds. Different costumes. Same ritual. Destroy confidence. Manufacture doubt. Flood the mind. Offer belonging. Reward obedience. Call it awakening. Call it freedom. Call it truth. History has always known how to rename the same machine. Breakdown Truth doesn't arrive wrapped in applause. Truth usually costs friends. Certainty. Pride. Identity. If your conclusion asks nothing of your ego— it probably asked nothing of reality. Final Chorus You never found the story. The story found you. It waited until uncertainty hurt enough... then promised to make the pain stop. Not with evidence. With belonging. Not with method. With identity. Not with truth. With relief. Outro If someone must tell you what every piece means... they already own the picture. Truth survives new questions. Narratives don't. So before you defend another certainty... ask yourself one question. If the evidence changed... could you? ... Silence is sometimes the last place where truth still has room to speak.