None of You

Lyrics

[Intro]
Dial tone breathing cold, blue light on my hands.
I called that number till the night forgot my name.

[Verse 1]
I pounded doors till paint came off in curls.
Your lobby mirrors never learned my face.
I called and called — each ring went bone and cold,
a dial tone chewing hours into waste.
I stood outside your table, counting chairs,
kept space like teeth, but none with room for me.
The crowd turned shoulders, built a weather there;
I walked it, jaw set, boots up to the knee.
I fed those bridges every unreturned hello
and warmed my hands on everything I let go.

[Pre-Chorus]
I stitched the dial tone tight under my ribs,
took splinters from your benches, made a shield.
Knocked till my blood dried iron on the knocker,
then turned and faced the road that never yields.
If this is how you wanted me to move,
I don't owe none of you — not one due.

[Chorus]
Keep your gates, your cleaner rooms, your borrowed view.
My pulse is thunder enough — I'm living proof.
Empty chairs make ballast; I cut the rope and flew.
Ash on my shoulders, steel in my shoes.
I bled for no man's menu, no debut.
I don't owe none of you, I don't owe none of you.
Write it in smoke across your golden roofs:
I don't owe none of you, I don't owe none of you.

[Drop]

[Verse 2]
They said the line was busy; it was just my doubt.
I learned the map of ringing like a hymn.
Watched invitations wilt — ink bleeding out —
my name cut short, the edges folding in.
Crowd noise swallowed vowels till I was stone.
Window glass kept me a ghost beside the feast.
I trained my breath to march alone on bone,
made friends with night, the only one that speaks.
From bridges left to burn, I stole the heat,
forged plate from rust and wore it under skin.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I beat that dial tone into a drum I trust,
turned every closed-mouth nod to marching dust.
Fuck your velvet ropes and barcode truth —
I cross the river on the cinders of my youth.
If fire is all the language that you choose,
I don't owe none of you — I refuse.

[Chorus 2]
Keep your chairs that bite, your borrowed crowns and cues.
My lungs remember storms; I don't need you.
Sky full of doors that never open through —
I sleep beneath them, wake like something new.
I carved my proof in knuckles, not in cues.
I don't owe none of you, I don't owe none of you.
Say it again till silence rings it true:
I don't owe none of you, I don't owe none of you.

[Drop 2]

[Bridge]
I carried rage like gravel in my mouth,
spat sparks at every name that never called.
But quiet came, a snowfall over ash,
and in the hush my heartbeat stood as tall
as any choir you kept behind your walls.
I whisper now, not begging, not untrue:
I don't need a single one of you,
and somehow it feels clean, like morning blue.

[Chant Break]
No chair, no crown (hey!)
No debt, no due (hey!)
Ash-rimmed, unbound (hey!)
I don't owe none of you (hey!)
Cold road, full lungs (hey!)
Scar-deep, ring true (hey!)
Backs turned, I found
I don't owe none of you (hey!)

[Final Chorus]
Keep your gates and perfect views; I'm through.
Bridges cool behind me; I walk through blue.
Doors that never opened stand like tombs —
they're monuments, not maps I have to use.
Empty chairs go quiet in the room;
they're just wood now, not wounds.
My heart keeps time without your cue.
I don't owe none of you, I don't owe none of you.
I lift my face to weather I've come through:
I don't owe none of you, I don't owe none of you.

[Outro]
The fire's out; the road is mine to choose.
I stand, unbroken — nothing left to prove.