They Never Had to Kneel

[Intro – Sparse Clean Tension] [Verse 1] They never had to kneel. They never had to crawl. They watched from behind the glass while we answered the call. Never had to choose between hunger and belief. They just turned the volume down... and let the room bleed. Never raised a voice. Never showed a hand. They let the fire do the work and called it demand. No ash on the collar. No blood on the names. Just another clean window between the world and the flames. [Pre-Chorus] They never had to pick a side—they already owned the room. Yeah, they never had to pick a side... THEY BUILT THE FUCKING ROOM. [Chorus] They never had to kneel. They never had to pray. They never had to break themselves to make it through the day. They watched it burn from behind the glass. They never had to kneel... (A sudden, single sharp snare crack) They already owned the match. [Verse 2] They never lost a name. They never missed a meal. They never had to call the cage something they could feel. They moved the line. They changed the game. They watched us break each other down... and cataloged the pain. We burned the banner. We carried the shame. We spent our lives fighting for a door with somebody else’s name. [Pre-Chorus] They never had to pick a side—they already owned the room. Yeah, they never had to pick a side... THEY BUILT THE FUCKING ROOM. [Chorus] They never had to kneel. They never had to pray. They never had to break themselves to make it through the day. They watched it burn from behind the glass. They never had to kneel... They already owned the match. [Solo – Angular Commentary] [Spoken Insert – Cold / Close] No sermon. No sacrifice. No blood on the floor. Just keys to the room... and a lock on the door. [Final Chorus – Colder / Accusatory] They never had to kneel. They never had to pray. They never had to break themselves to make it through the day. They watched it burn from behind the glass. They never had to kneel... They already owned the match! They never had to kneel. They never had to kneel. They never had to kneel... They were already holding the leash. [Outro – Clean Return] Some people never worship the machine. They inherited the controls.