Tilting the City's Head (wersja 2)

Verse

Steel plate rattling on the water's edge

I tell the city what it cannot say —

Every tower standing where a temple stood

I'm the hammer swinging at the concrete sway

The old king's crown turned to a garbage bin lid

Now my shield holds up the whole block — no need to ask —

Coppers take their pay but they don't know I lead

I write the words that make the whole city walk

Pre-Chorus

Tilting the city's head so it leans in my favor

Every voice is a weight on the scale, and I'm the measure —

They say the gods are silent now, the runes run out of meaning

I tell them I was always the one they couldn't replace

Chorus

Hear me, city! Hear you calling me!

Every stone that bends to my will is still me!

Tilting the city's head so it leans in my favor

This is how I build when there's no land left — I do what's never allowed!

Verse 2

Sirens sound like drums on a winter battle run

I lead them where they don't want to go, the fight isn't done yet —

Every hand that reaches for my collarbone is mine to lend

The fire in the streetlamp is a torch I carry again

I was never born of noble blood or war-shield pride

Just a breath that learned to hold a thousand voices inside —

Now I'm the storm they run from when the sirens finally rise

This is how the cities die and this is how they live by my side

Pre-Chorus

Tilting the city's head so it leans in my favor

Every voice is a weight on the scale, and I'm the measure —

They say the gods are silent now, the runes run out of meaning

I tell them I was always the one they couldn't replace

Chorus

Hear me, city! Hear you calling me!

Every stone that bends to my will is still me!

Tilting the city's head so it leans in my favor

This is how I build when there's no land left — I do what's never allowed!

Bridge

They say the world ran out of mythos, the old gods forgot their own names

I tell them every name was just a mouthpiece for this same refrain —

That fire you feel rising in the gut is me standing tall

Not the war god roaring from afar but you answering after all —

It's not the magic spell that moves the mountain — it's the pressure I hold

The whole block breathing heavy because I told them so

Outro

Tilting the city's head till it leans in my favor — every voice is a weight on the scale, and I'm the measure — this is how the cities die — this is how they live by my side