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WHAT THE WOUND SEES lyrics
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Verse 1
He studies human habits from a distance and a car, The hour that someone leaves work, where the quiet corners are. To him a face becomes a sequence, breath becomes a clue, A person becomes property the moment he is through. He worships his control, believes the pattern makes him king, Never sees the second pattern tightening around him. A camera caught his patience, a witness marked his route, The hunter counts the footsteps, not the footsteps counting him.
Verse 2
The detective sees a sentence with its center torn away, A cup beside the sink, a chair turned slightly from its place. People speak in polished lines, rehearsed and over-clear, But silence leaves a fingerprint more useful than a tear. She listens for the missing name, the hour no one explains, The answer someone circles while insisting nothing changed. Each body was a history before it became a file, And justice starts by reading what avoidance tries to hide.
Chorus
What the wound sees, the eye believes, One room, five versions underneath. We name the world by what we fear, By what we worship, chase, or hear. Nobody enters empty-handed, Nobody leaves the picture clean. The world is not one thing to us, It bends through what the wound sees.
Verse 3
He sees creation groaning, beauty bruised but not erased, A garden with the gates shut, mercy waiting near the waste. He will not call pain fiction, will not polish what went wrong, But says a ruined singer can return and find the song. He sees a thief as more than what the final record shows, A heart can face its damage, turn, and choose another road. Not cheap escape from consequence, not heaven as a shield, But grace that enters wreckage and demands the wound be healed.
Verse 4
He sees no author hiding answers in the stars, No courtroom past the heartbeat, no invisible applause. The choice is ours, the cost is ours, the meaning must be made, No future judge will rescue us from what we do today. So feed the child, confess the harm, repair what you can reach, Build purpose out of mortal days, let action be your creed. A life is brief, not lesser; finite does not mean hollow, Responsibility begins when no one writes tomorrow.
Chorus
What the wound sees, the eye believes, One room, five versions underneath. We name the world by what we fear, By what we worship, chase, or hear. Nobody enters empty-handed, Nobody leaves the picture clean. The world is not one thing to us, It bends through what the wound sees.
Verse 5
She reads a gentle hand like a contract in disguise, A favor with a timer, soft words collecting lies. He used to bring her flowers after breaking down the door, So kindness wears his shadow when it reaches for her trust. She maps the nearest exit from the table to the street, Keeps one shoe pointed outward, keeps her phone beneath her sleeve. You call it being distant; she calls it staying alive, The world may offer shelter, but her body checks the price.
Bridge
One sees debt inside affection. One sees mercy after ruin. One sees choice without a witness. One sees people as possession. One sees gaps become confession. Five minds beneath one ceiling, Five worlds inside one scene.
Chorus
What the wound sees, the eye believes, One room, five versions underneath. We name the world by what we fear, By what we worship, chase, or hear. Nobody enters empty-handed, Nobody leaves the picture clean. The world is not one thing to us, It bends through what the wound sees. The wound becomes a window until someone learns to see.
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He studies human habits from a distance and a car, The hour that someone leaves work, where the quiet corners are.
What the wound sees, the eye believes, One room, five versions underneath.
What the wound sees, the eye believes, One room, five versions underneath.
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