Let ’Em Talk

Funny thing about the wind… It carries a lot of noise, But it can’t move a stone.

And I’ve become the stone.

They’re building monuments out of shadows Digging holes they’ll never have to fill Spent their lives watching me from the bottom While I was busy climbing up the hill

I’ve heard the whispers in the floorboards Every judgment, every hollow lie But words don’t leave you freezing And names don’t keep you warm at night

I stopped trying to outrun the echo A long time ago

So let ’em talk Let the wind take the weight I don’t carry what ain’t born of my blood They can scream at the dark They can pray for the rain But I’m the one standing in the mud I got a debt to the dirt, not the gallery I got a peace they can’t ever stalk If they need a villain to feel like a hero Hell, let ’em talk

I’ve seen loud men trade their souls for a spotlight Only to flicker when the fuel ran dry I’ve seen quiet ones carry the coffin Never asking heaven for a sign

I don’t need a witness to be honest Don’t need a judge to tell me I’m alive I just do what holds its shape in winter When the pride and the vanity die

If it don’t bleed when I cut it It don’t deserve my breath

So let ’em talk Let the wind take the weight I don’t carry what ain’t born of my blood They can scream at the dark They can pray for the rain But I’m the one standing in the mud I got a debt to the dirt, not the gallery I got a peace they can’t ever stalk If they need a villain to feel like a hero Hell, let ’em talk

I burned my lungs trying to explain But fire only feeds on air Now I just sit back and let the harvest Say what words never did

Let ’em talk Let the echoes rot I ain’t looking for a place to hide They can doubt the scars They can laugh at the limp But they weren’t there for the ride I don’t fold for the gold I don’t beg for a lock I’m the only one holding the key If my name keeps their mouths off their own reflection So be it — that’s on me

Let ’em talk. It’s cheaper than living.

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