Throat-Blade Saint

They wanted a saint with his throat on the blade, A smiling shield while the cowards all prayed. Stand in the fire, hold back the flood, Then thank me later while I drown in blood. I learned real fast how the story gets told— The loyal die young, the loud grow old. They cheer your name when the battle is won, Then turn their backs when the winter comes. I don’t need statues carved in stone, I built my walls and I guard my own. No shining halo, no righteous parade— Just teeth in the dark and the debts unpaid. --- [Pre-Chorus] So keep your crown, keep your holy light, I’ve seen the fear behind “what is right.” I won’t kneel down just to ease their mind— The world draws lines, so I drew mine. --- [Chorus] I’m not your hero, I’m not your beast, I don’t bare my teeth unless you reach. I don’t chase glory, I don’t need a throne— I draw the line, then defend my own. Let them whisper, let them blame, I’ll take the shadow, you keep the fame. Heroes die asking who still cares— I survive, because I prepare. --- A leader learns what the weak never see: Mercy is costly when danger runs free. Every soft heart leaves another gate wide, And wolves don’t survive by believing in pride. They called me cold when I hardened the chain, But none of them carried the weight or the pain. Easy to judge from a safe little room— Harder to stand when the dark finally moves. I buried my fear where nobody looks, Between old scars and unfinished books. Not every monster was born from hate— Some were just forced to decide too late. --- [Pre-Chorus] So don’t preach peace while hiding your knife, Don’t speak of sacrifice fearing your life. You want a savior gentle and blind— But storms don’t care about hearts that are kind. --- [Chorus] I’m not your hero, I’m not your beast, I don’t bare my teeth unless you reach. I don’t chase glory, I don’t need a throne— I draw the line, then defend my own. Let them whisper, let them blame, I’ll take the shadow, you keep the fame. Heroes die asking who still cares— I survive, because I prepare. --- [Bridge] And if the day comes I lose my way, If ash fills the sky and the wolves all stray, At least I’ll know when the end arrives— I fought for something more than applause and lies. No choir waits at the edge of the night, No perfect soul ever wins every fight. But those I swore to will still know my name— And that is enough to walk through the flame. --- [Final Chorus] I’m not your martyr, I’m not your king, I know too much of the cost of things. The world wants saints who break and fold— I became iron instead of gold. So let them fear me, let legends spread, A wolf walks farther when hope is dead. I don’t need heaven, don’t need their tone— I drew the line… and I held my own.