NO SOLID STATE

Say it clean
Say it slow
Give the fear a face we know

I learned the pulse of the living room
How fear looks clean in a Sunday suit
I gave the doubt a face on cue
Turned every question red or blue

You wanted thunder, I wanted reach
I sold you fire in perfect speech
We fed the mouth, enlarged the frame
Night after night, it learned our rage

Every crown needs a camera
Every camera needs a crowd
Every fear needs a frequency
Till we sing it back out loud

We made the king
We fed the light
Put a halo on the appetite

We made the king
We built the throne
Then cursed the shadow
That looked like our own

We made the king
We made the king

He wore the wound like a tailored coat
We passed the phrase from throat to throat
One little button, one cold glow
A million hands in the undertow

The numbers rose, the room got small
A pocket church inside each palm
No marble gate, no palace guard
Just mirrors teaching mirrors how to march

Every crown has a cable
Every cable finds a hand
Every hand was only watching
While the signal crossed the land

We made the king
We fed the light
Put a halo on the appetite

We made the king
We built the throne
Then cursed the shadow
That looked like our own

We made the king
We made the king

Say it clean
Say it slow
Give the fear a face we know

I knew the trick
I wrote the line
Made borrowed anger feel divine

Now every screen
Throws back my face
A witness at the scene I made

If I walk out
Do the walls come down?
If I cut the feed
Who owns the sound?

Take off the crown
The current stays
It only needs another face

Cut out the name
Erase the frame
The hunger learns another shape

Cut out the name
Erase the frame
The current stays
The current stays

We make the king
We feed the light
Teach the screen exactly where to bite

We make the king
We build the throne
From every borrowed word
We call our own

We make the king
We make the king

No king without a choir
No throne without a wire

No king without a choir
We make the king

Give the fear
A face we know

No throne without a wire

Red wire
Blue wire

Same current underneath

They stage the fight in a glass-lit square
Two sharpened smiles, electric air
One sells order, one sells change
Both hit their marks inside the frame

The ticker crawls beneath the blame
The sponsors glow, the exits fade
We choose a side, repeat the script
While deeper deals outlive the split

Different flags in the window
Same voltage in the wall
Different words to name the danger
Same meter counts it all

Red wire, blue wire
Same current underneath
Sparks for the camera
Static in the street

Red wire, blue wire
Pull until we bleed
Two colors on the surface
One circuit underneath

Underneath
Underneath
Same current underneath

They trade our fear in a climate-controlled room
One calls it freedom, one calls it doom
The map lights up, the market sings
Another clean hand signs for dirty things

The names go missing, the money moves
A paper war in polished shoes
We count the dead, they count the reach
Then cut to ads for something clean

Different hymns in the hallway
Different promises at dawn
But when the war drums start to count us
Watch how quickly lines are gone

Red wire, blue wire
Same current underneath
Sparks for the camera
Static in the street

Red wire, blue wire
Pull until we bleed
Two colors on the surface
One circuit underneath

Underneath
Underneath
Same current underneath

Not every difference is a lie
Some laws draw blood, some keep us alive
But trace the wire behind the show
Past every logo, down below

No single hand, no secret key
The circuit feeds on you and me
When fear is priced and war is sold
The current goes where power flows

Trace it down
Through the floor
Through the contract
Through the war

Trace it back
To the screen
To the hand
To you and me

Red wire, blue wire
Same current underneath
Sparks for the camera
Static in the street

Red wire, blue wire
We don't have to bleed
Two colors on the surface
But the current comes from us

From us
From us
The current comes from us

Underneath
Underneath

No current without contact
No contact without us

Red wire
Blue wire

The current comes from us

One pulse
Low light
Someone counting through the night

The corridor lives on borrowed light
The generator coughs all night
A paper bracelet, fading blue
A cup of water meant for two

Above the ward, the window shakes
White dust settles on the plates
Somewhere a clean hand marks the screen
And calls the damage small and clean

They call it pressure
Call it gain
The sentence stays clean
The body takes the stain

Best case is a wound
That never learns to close
A border in the body
A siren in the bones

Best case is a wound
The headline comes and goes
The map can call it over
The body never does

The table keeps an empty chair
Dust makes a country of the air
The phone keeps lighting up the room
No voice arrives, no answer comes

At nine the market opens green
An anchor softens what we've seen
He says "contained" in measured speech
Then sells us sleep we cannot reach

They call it over
Call it won
But morning counts
The missing one by one

Best case is a wound
That never learns to close
A border in the body
A siren in the bones

Best case is a wound
The headline comes and goes
The map can call it over
The body never does

Under the map
Under the word

The body remembers
What language has blurred

Do not tell me who has won
Tell me who is missing
When the morning comes

Do not call the silence peace
The siren stopped
Because the wires were gone

Do not say the wound is closed
Because the camera found another road

Every ending signed in gold
Leaves the living with a debt untold

No clean war
No clean hands
No clean line across the land

Every wound
Keeps a clock
Long after the headlines stop

Best case is a wound
That never learns to close
A border in the body
A siren in the bones

Best case is a wound
You can sign it, call it closed
The map can call it over
The body still says no

Who taught us to call this clean?
Who taught us to call it peace?

Who taught us the chorus?
Who taught us to sing?

Who taught us the chorus?
Who taught us to sing?

I did.

I knew where the hunger met the beat
How to make a warning sound like relief
Cut every doubt to four clean words
Gave every wound a name to curse

The fear fit neatly in the rhyme
The blame arrived exactly on time
You gave me trust, I gave you heat
And watched the language move your feet

A line grows lighter in the mouth
The more the room repeats it
A word can sharpen into steel
Once the body learns the beat

I taught you the chorus
I got it wrong
Put the fear in a rhythm
Made it easy to belong

I taught you the chorus
You carried it on
I can't take it back
Just because I changed the song

You took it home from every screen
To kitchen lights and passenger seats
It crossed the schoolyard, crossed the bar
A little phrase could travel far

Then came the smoke, the missing names
The promise changed, the slogan stayed
I left the stage, but in the street
I heard my sentence keeping time

A song outlives the singer
A spark outlives the hand
The mouth that says "I'm sorry"
Cannot unburn the land

I taught you the chorus
I got it wrong
Put the fear in a rhythm
Made it easy to belong

I taught you the chorus
You carried it on
I can't take it back
Just because I changed the song

Don't crown me for changing the song
Don't call confession repair
I can name the hands that fed the fire
And still admit that mine was there

Don't trade my old voice for my new one
Don't crown the man who says he knows
If every exit needs a prophet
Every road returns to thrones

Who taught you the chorus?
You did

Who kept it alive?
We did

Who can break the rhythm?
We can

Who writes the next line?
We do

I taught you the chorus
I got it wrong
Put the fear in a rhythm
Made it easy to belong

I taught you the chorus
But it isn't your law
Don't make me the new answer
Just because I changed the song

No apology is a crown
No confession is a throne

If there is a third door
Don't paint my name above it

If there is a third door
Don't paint my name above it

Third door
No name

Third door
No crown

They launched the future in a rented room
Black glass, white teeth, electric bloom
A cleaner flag, a sharper font
A promise shaped like what we want

The revolution has a logo
The rebellion has a store
Every exit has a sponsor
Every rupture sells you more

If one hand holds the handle
If one face fills the frame
We never left the palace
We only changed the name

There must be a third door
Not another painted wall
No savior at the threshold
No shadow ten feet tall

There must be a third door
That opens from both sides
Don't sell us the exit
Don't brand the light

Third door, third door
No name above the frame

Third door, third door
Or the room stays the same

We move like water through the feed
From borrowed rage to borrowed need
A million kingdoms rise by noon
And wash away beneath the moon

The party fits inside a phone
The leader speaks to each alone
No branch, no hall, no common room
Just private screens that share a tune

If every bond is personal
It breaks when they depart
A movement needs a memory
That outlives any heart

There must be a third door
Not another painted wall
No savior at the threshold
No shadow ten feet tall

There must be a third door
That opens from both sides
Don't sell us the exit
Don't brand the light

Give me minutes, give me records
Give me losses we can stand
Give me rules that bind the loudest
Give me power that can change hands

Make it boring enough to last
Wide enough to disagree
Strong enough to lose its founder
No one person owns the key

Who owns the handle?
No one alone

Who keeps it open?
All of us

What makes a doorway?
A choice that remains

After the founder
After the name

We have to build a third door
Not another painted wall
No savior at the threshold
No shadow ten feet tall

We have to build a third door
And open it from both sides
No one owns the exit
No one gets to brand the light

Third door, third door
No name above the frame

Third door, third door
Or the room stays the same

No name above it
No crown behind it

The door swings wide
The floor gives way

We make the king

Same current underneath

The body still says no

Don't paint my name above it

The floor gives way

The floor became a sheet of black
Each step erased the path behind us
The flags ran down the walls like ink
No line could hold the moving tide

The king became a channel name
The party narrowed to a face
By morning every oath had changed
By evening no one knew its shape

We broke the stone to breathe again
Now every grain demands a throne
Freedom tastes like open air
Until the air is all we own

Nothing holds
Everything flows
No solid state
Nowhere to stand

Kings become signals
Crowds become brands
Nothing holds
So what holds us?

A thousand kingdoms fill the feed
Each lit beneath a private sun
We meet as numbers, leave as ghosts
A million crowds of only one

A single voice can cross the world
Without a room, a rule, a base
It rises before daylight comes
And breaks when someone turns away

No branch, no hall, no common page
No memory beyond the scroll
We broke the walls that made the cage
Then lost the room that made us whole

Nothing holds
Everything flows
No solid state
Nowhere to stand

Kings become signals
Crowds become brands
Nothing holds
So what holds us?

Is water freedom from the chain
Or only shape without a name?
Can we stay open, still belong?
Can difference live without a throne?

Don't give me stone that cannot bend
Don't give me water without banks
Give me a form designed to change
And rules no single hand can break

No king without a choir
No current without contact
No wound erased by ink
No door held by one hand

What holds?
The promise kept

What lasts?
The rules we share

Who owns the ground?
No one alone

Who makes the state?
We do

Nothing holds
Everything flows
No solid state
Still we can stand

Not in one body
Not under one name
The ground is a promise
We remake every day

Nothing holds
Everything flows
No solid state
Still we can stand

Not in one body
Not under one name
The ground is a promise
We remake every day

No king without a choir
No current without contact

The body still says no
No name above the door

No solid state
No final form

Only what we keep
In common

In common