The Poem
The poem they couldn't ban because it was already inside you.
Audio
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Lyrics
[Verse 1] Silence cuts like a fascist blade, Carving fates they want to fade. Signing bills, chaining laws, ’Til all our hope withdraws. [Chorus] I thought I wanted to be a poet, But really... I wanted to be a poem. To find ‘em facts left unspoken, To share ‘em truths in the open [Verse 2] Felon whispers, history hums, Freedoms erased by petty chums. Data drowned, but echoes rise, remember what darkened skies. [Chorus] I thought I wanted to be a poet, But really... I wanted to be a poem. Not a hand that holds the paper, But a fire in the loam. [Bridge] Wounds that burn beneath our skin, Elect outlaws, spreading deep sin. Books were burned, but poems remain, Time does forget—but arts do sustain. [Chorus (Extended)] I thought I wanted to be a poet, But really... I wanted to be the poem. Not to beg meaning be spoken, But to breathe in a true omen. [Outro] In the name of freedom, We sing our right to roam. Spread ‘em sparks, start a revolution, For we, the people, are a poem -- V2: (A Psychedelic Minimal Experimental Tribal Trip-Hop Song) [Verse 1] Silence sharp as a fascist plight, Etching fates into the night. Signing bill, passing laws, Until all the hope blows [Chorus] I thought I wanted to be a poet, But basically... I wanted to be a poem. To share the bullshit unspoken, To grow where silence roams. [Verse 2] Felon whispers, history hums, Truth dissolved by petty chums. Data’s lost but echoes last, With the lore of ages past. [Chorus] I thought I wanted to be a poet, But basically... I wanted to be the poem. Not a hand that holds a paper, But a fire in our bones. [Bridge] Woes pulsing deep in our veins, Words of grief, breaking the chains. Bodies were lost, but poems remains, As time forgets, and art sustains. [Chorus (Extended)] I thought I wanted to be a poet, But basically... I wanted to be the poem. Not to be begging meaning, But the meaning on its own. [Outro (Spoken, fading into echoes)] In the name of freedom, Singing for rights, free to roam, Sharing our light, an anthem, For we, the people, are a poem. — V3 [Verse 1] Under the weight of a word unsaid A name erased but never dead Silence carves the lines we read Between the bones, between the creed [Pre-Chorus] Light the candle, hush the tongue Breathe in secrets, bite the sun No one hears but ink remembers Every life pressed into embers [Chorus] I thought I wanted to be a poet But basically, I wanted to be the poem Not the hand, not the voice Not the echo, just the omen [Verse 2] Some men burn while others fade Some words break, some ricochet They shot the poet in the dark But still, his blood is writing sparks [Bridge] Under pressure, under weight Torn from time but never late Language shifts but never dies A single phrase, a thousand lives [Final Chorus] I thought I wanted to be a poet But basically, I wanted to be the poem Not the writer, not the stone Not the story, just the tone [Outro] A whisper left in open air A shadow shaped, a breath laid bare No name remains, but still, it’s known— I am the poem.
