The story
He wears the fault like armor and calls it proof.
He keeps stepping into the room with the same hard look, laying every cracked door and broken promise at someone else’s feet. But the song catches the small slips in his story—the pause before he speaks, the way the blame keeps shifting—and the mask starts to crack where he can’t see it.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
The lyric sheet for this one isn't published yet — press play and listen along.