Cathedral of My EgoNever Enough

Hey... Brent. Speaking from the echo chamber. Remember the steakhouse? A sermon on my anger. You laid out all the numbers from a ledger I ignored, I was hoarding all the treasure while you fought a losing war. I told myself I took the risk, I carried all the weight, A self-deceiving gospel to justify my plate... being full. You weren't wrong, you saw the game for what it was, a flaw, Just an early-stage disciple of a broken, cosmic law. Maybe I'm an asshole... maybe that's the final truth, Just a frightened, hungry kid still wasting all his youth. In this cathedral of my ego, the stained-glass starts to break, For every perfect garden I built upon your back... and for goodness sake. Hey... Liam. The intern king. You built a perfect engine, made the whole damn business sing. And when the gray-haired suits arrived, with a scalpel and a smile, I just looked the other way, and I let you bleed a while. Said "That's just business," a coward's final plea, The cost of my own comfort was your stolen legacy. I stood by like a statue, a monument to fear, Pretended I just couldn't see the writing that was clear... as a bell. Maybe I'm an asshole... maybe that's the final truth, Just a frightened, hungry kid still wasting all his youth. In this cathedral of my ego, the stained-glass starts to break, For every perfect garden I built upon your back... and for goodness sake. And to Luke, and to Ali... to all the ghosts I know... Who planted all the seeds but never got to see 'em grow... I got lost inside the numbers... the exit and the art... And forgot the simple rhythm... of a human... beating... heart.