Lyrics
The words.
**[Intro – whispered]**
Victory...
Smells a lot like smoke.
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**[Verse 1]**
Pink lightning falling out Olympus
Thought the gods had picked a side
Thought I swung with righteous purpose
Thought the guilty only died
Blade came down like perfect judgment
Clean enough to split the sea
Funny how the cut looked holy
Standing where I couldn't see
Everybody loves a savior
While the skyline's burning bright
Nobody counts every window
That goes dark because you fight
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**[Hook]**
Everybody wants the crown...
Nobody wants the ashes.
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**[Verse 2]**
Smoke clears...
Now I'm counting silhouettes
People crying in the distance
For a war they never picked
I can hear the mothers calling
Names I never meant to break
Turns out every perfect victory
Leaves a thousand hearts to ache
Was I justice?
Was I fury?
Was I simply proving worth?
Trying to be seen so badly
That I scorched the fucking earth
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**[Hook]**
Everybody loves the winner...
Until they walk the battlefield.
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**[Verse 3]**
Sept of Baelor in my bloodstream
Thought the fire made me clean
Watched the towers disappear
Never stopped to hear the screams
Called it destiny
Called it duty
Called it strength because I must
Funny how those noble titles
Turn so quickly into dust
You can build yourself a kingdom
Out of every battle won
Still look out across the silence...
Wonder where everybody's gone
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**[Bridge – almost spoken]**
They called me...
The Blade of Justice.
No...
Justice doesn't celebrate
Empty chairs.
Justice doesn't smile
At orphaned dreams.
Maybe...
I wasn't carrying justice.
Maybe...
I was carrying hunger.
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**[Final Verse]**
Here's the truth...
No one tells the conqueror...
The spoils aren't treasure.
They're ghosts.
You don't bring home gold.
You bring home names.
You bring home echoes.
You bring home the version of yourself
That crossed one line...
Too many.
Now every mirror asks me
If I'd still swing...
Knowing...
What I know now.
---
**[Outro – whispered]**
The war is over.
The blade is quiet.
Now comes...
The counting.
Victory...
Smells a lot like smoke.
---
**[Verse 1]**
Pink lightning falling out Olympus
Thought the gods had picked a side
Thought I swung with righteous purpose
Thought the guilty only died
Blade came down like perfect judgment
Clean enough to split the sea
Funny how the cut looked holy
Standing where I couldn't see
Everybody loves a savior
While the skyline's burning bright
Nobody counts every window
That goes dark because you fight
---
**[Hook]**
Everybody wants the crown...
Nobody wants the ashes.
---
**[Verse 2]**
Smoke clears...
Now I'm counting silhouettes
People crying in the distance
For a war they never picked
I can hear the mothers calling
Names I never meant to break
Turns out every perfect victory
Leaves a thousand hearts to ache
Was I justice?
Was I fury?
Was I simply proving worth?
Trying to be seen so badly
That I scorched the fucking earth
---
**[Hook]**
Everybody loves the winner...
Until they walk the battlefield.
---
**[Verse 3]**
Sept of Baelor in my bloodstream
Thought the fire made me clean
Watched the towers disappear
Never stopped to hear the screams
Called it destiny
Called it duty
Called it strength because I must
Funny how those noble titles
Turn so quickly into dust
You can build yourself a kingdom
Out of every battle won
Still look out across the silence...
Wonder where everybody's gone
---
**[Bridge – almost spoken]**
They called me...
The Blade of Justice.
No...
Justice doesn't celebrate
Empty chairs.
Justice doesn't smile
At orphaned dreams.
Maybe...
I wasn't carrying justice.
Maybe...
I was carrying hunger.
---
**[Final Verse]**
Here's the truth...
No one tells the conqueror...
The spoils aren't treasure.
They're ghosts.
You don't bring home gold.
You bring home names.
You bring home echoes.
You bring home the version of yourself
That crossed one line...
Too many.
Now every mirror asks me
If I'd still swing...
Knowing...
What I know now.
---
**[Outro – whispered]**
The war is over.
The blade is quiet.
Now comes...
The counting.