The others

We built our houses on borrowed ground,
Called it home, called it crown.
Drew our borders in fragile ink,
Never stopped to ask, never stopped to think.
The earth was watching, quiet, old,
Teeth in the dark, eyes of gold.

You hear the warning in the wind,
Every scar we carved is counted in the end.

This world was never ours to tame,
Never ours to bleed and name.
We took, we burned, we crossed the line,
Now the debt is paid in flesh and time.
Listen close, the silence roars—
We are guests among the Others’ shores.

Streets run clean until they don’t,
Truth tastes sharp when lies have grown.
Marks on skin, promises cut deep,
Some truths are bought with blood to keep.
You call them monsters, shadows, fear,
But they were here before us—clear.

Every bargain has a cost,
Every crown is something lost.
Chorus
This world was never ours to tame,
Never ours to bleed and name.
We took, we burned, we crossed the line,
Now the debt is paid in flesh and time.
Listen close, the silence roars—
We are guests among the Others’ shores.
Bridge
Not good, not evil—older still,
Stone remembers, forests will.
You don’t conquer what can wait,
Patience is a sharper fate.
Break
Kneel if you want to survive,
Respect is how the living stay alive.

This world was never ours to claim,
Not a prize, not a game.
Step too far, the ground will bite,
Day can fall as fast as night.
Hear the truth behind the scars—
We don’t own the world we are.

Walk softly now, learn the signs,
The land is watching all the time.