Bells & Wind

Paroles

[Verse 1] Some people speak like bells in wind, But ring for no one deep within. Their truths are loud, their echoes clean, But silence shows what lies between. They trade in words like sacred coins, But miss the cracks in all their joints. They preach of growth, of paths, of light— But always keep their blade in sight. They say they see, but see in frames, And call each spark a holy flame. They dress control in woven grace, Then punish you for leaving space. [Chorus] But there’s a pattern beneath the play, A thread that hums beneath what they say. Not in the voice, not in the smile— But in the shift when you stay awhile. If you move wrong, the air will break, And all that peace will twist to stake. [Verse 2] Some minds are traps dressed up as doors, They let you in, then count your scores. You bring them mirrors, they bring glass, You speak of future, they speak of past. They ask for truth but cannot hear— They turn each word into their fear. They ask for light but shun the glow, And cannot name what they don’t know. So you begin to shape your sound Around the weight of their battleground. You dull your edge, you clip your flame, Until you can’t recall your name. [Bridge – Esoteric Bloom] There is a current beneath each face, A spiral turning inside grace. There is a field where time forgets— Where lies dissolve and truth resets. You find it not by being kind, But by the rhythm of the mind. It hums in dissonance and pain— In silence that refuses blame. [Verse 3] So listen soft, but listen long— The ones who say you don’t belong Are often those who fear the thread— That pulls the living from the dead. They’ll call you mad, or proud, or cold, For walking paths they can’t behold. But better that than kneel to schemes That harvest peace and sell it clean. [Final Chorus] The pattern breathes beneath the word, In every sound you thought you heard. It’s not the tone—it’s not the claim— It’s how they flinch when you don’t shame. Some love control more than the soul. Some break the wheel, then praise the hole. But if you stand and stay complete— The lie will crack beneath your feet.