STRING THEORY

[Intro — guitar, low and dirty]

I pull the strings, you move your feet.

I know your hunger, I know your need.

[Verse 1]

They come in silk, they come in steel,

With empty eyes and hungry heels.

They pay in whispers, they pay in gold,

For a taste of what they've never hold.

[Pre-Chorus]

I know their names, I know their stain,

I pull the thread — they dance again.

[Chorus]

I am the hand behind the show,

They are the ones who never know.

They beg, they crawl, they call my name,

But I'm the fire, they're the flame.

[Verse 2]

The general bows, the priest complies,

They wear my mark behind their eyes.

The rich, the poor, the crown, the coin —

They all sit still when I align.

[Pre-Chorus]

I know their names, I know their stain,

I pull the thread — they dance again.

[Chorus]

I am the hand behind the show,

They are the ones who never know.

They beg, they crawl, they call my name,

But I'm the fire, they're the flame.

[Bridge — spoken-sung, low]

You think you choose?

You think you walk?

I am the voice behind the talk.

You move — I pull.

You stop — I wait.

You are not early, you are not late.

[Guitar solo — raw, with a slow burn]

[Final Chorus — heavier, with weight]

I am the hand behind the show,

They are the ones who never know.

They beg, they crawl, they call my name,

But I'm the fire —

And they're the flame.

[Outro — fading, with one final line]

They dance...

I pull...

They never see...

The hand at all.