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This is the story of cowardice dressed as cleverness, of a man so small he mistook betrayal for brilliance. It is not a tale of grand ambition, but of mediocrity clinging desperately to comfort, choosing ruin over honesty. Here, vanity wears the mask of necessity, and selfishness parades as sacrifice.

It speaks of hunger that devours the very hands that once fed it. Not the hunger for knowledge or truth, but the hunger of someone unwilling to endure hardship, eager to trade anything sacred for a seat at the table. What should have been cherished becomes currency, and what should have been protected becomes nothing more than material for survival.

The mask of gentleness is fragile; beneath it lies rot. A smile that seems mild hides the emptiness of a man who never learned to value anything beyond his own skin. The house of warmth becomes a crypt, the study becomes a slaughterhouse, and all the while he calls it necessary, as though necessity were anything but a shield for his cowardice.

The message is simple and vile: there is no glory here, no tragic nobility, no misunderstood genius. Only selfishness so deep it swallowed family whole. It is the warning of what happens when fear and greed choke out love, when survival is placed above all else, leaving behind nothing but an echo of betrayal and a legacy of disgust.

Lyrics:

[Intro]
[soft taps on keys; a stale room hums]
I pour tea. I talk small. I keep the tour upstairs.
Deadlines don’t sip politely. They bite.
So I learned to feed them.

[Verse 1]
They said, “Not that line.” I read it, nodded, smiled.
Rent was late; my notes were thin; the knock kept coming.
She trusted me. I needed proof.
The board heard a voice and stamped a page. That was enough.

[Pre-Chorus]
You call it crime. I call it staying indoors through winter.
Look at the stamp, not the stain.

[Chorus 1]
Keep the pin shining; keep the cupboard steady.
If the form asks “source,” I write what fits the box.
A mouth makes words it shouldn’t?
Fine. Call it success. Call it work done.

[Verse 2]
Two years. Nothing fresh. Review next week.
I had a girl who laughed, a dog who followed.
Pieces in reach. The trick repeats.
I open the door, and it says my name in a broken way.

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t flinch at steps you benefit from.
Results or removal—that’s the rule you love until it hurts.

[Chorus 2]
Keep the pin shining; keep the cupboard steady.
Ask if starting from someone is simpler—
not simpler, just certain. You know that already.

[Instrumental Break]
[plucked strings wobble; a wheeze of air; floorboards creak]

[Interlude]
You hit me until your fists slowed down.
She stepped between us, still trying to help.
That’s what undid you, not me.

[Bridge]
Boy with metal and an empty brother, spare me the sermon.
You crossed the line for love and wrote it off as grief.
I crossed it for a roof and a salary.
Different reasons, same chalk.

[Chorus 3]
Keep the pin shining; keep the cupboard steady.
Guards at the gate, tape on the door—
but math doesn’t care who’s watching.

[Outro]
A man with a scar walks in with rain on his sleeves.
He doesn’t argue. He edits.
As I drop, one thought: the totals balanced.

[Final Flourish]
[a single note held too long; the light switch clicks]