Your precious hero

[Verse 1]
You look in his eyes — but the mask leaves a stain,
He’s playing a part in a cameo frame.
Every move is rehearsed, every breath is on cue,
He believes in no light, not in me, not in you.

The crowd is the stage, and the truth just a set,
It’s easy to bow when the script’s been met.
But behind all the cheers there’s nothing at all,
Just an actor who swore he would answer the call.

[Chorus]
Your hero’s no saint — he’s an act!
He just tells the crowd what they want to clap.
There’s no right or wrong — just what fits the show,
Today he’s a god, tomorrow — alone!

Where the crowd makes the law, that’s where “truth” is made,
But don’t mistake comfort for the roles they play.
The one who conforms will be crowned as “right,”
The one who stays silent will drown in the night!

[Verse 2]
They don’t want a rebel, they don’t want a seer,
They just want an idol their minds can revere.
He must never question, must never break down,
He’s bound to deliver — their smile, their crown.

He shines on the stage but he’s burning away,
In the dance of the crowd he has nothing to say.
And as long as he speaks what the broadcast demands,
They will mold him in stone with their worshipping hands.

[Chorus]
Your hero’s no saint — he’s an act!
He just tells the crowd what they want to clap.
There’s no right or wrong — just what fits the show,
Today he’s a god, tomorrow — alone!

Where the crowd makes the law, that’s where “truth” is made,
But don’t mistake comfort for the roles they play.
The one who conforms will be crowned as “right,”
The one who stays silent will drown in the night!

[Verse 3]
Then silence arrives — they forget your name,
You’re cut from the canon, erased from the game.
Those who cried “Save us!” are quiet as stone,
You were needed as long as their voices were known.

But you saw that the truth doesn’t fear the flame,
How it burns out the lies, how it buries the shame.
You were real when you dropped all the lines that you played,
And for that, you were broken — betrayed.

[Bridge]
In the shadows the brightest stars fade,
Their light just a ghost of the glow they portrayed.
And when the last chord dies in the air,
You’re left with the silence — and nothing is there.

[Final Chorus]
There are no heroes — just roles for a while,
Where comfort is king and the crowd reconciles.
It’s not the defiant they choose to believe,
It’s the one who delivers the lies they receive.

No masks and no scripts — just the pain and the fire,
Where truth is the flame that can never expire.
And the one who won’t break in this merciless play,
Will carve out his mark in the kingdom of shades.