"COST OF CONTROL"

(Verse 1)

I learned to knock where debtors hide

Soft voice, sharp eyes — no need to try

They’d beg, they’d break before I spoke

I was the hand that closed the choke

No rage, no hate, no righteous flame

Just quiet work, no face, no name

I ended things the cleanest way

A perfect debt is always paid

(Pre-Chorus)

No one screams when hope is thin

They always know I’m walking in

(Chorus)

Count it, cut it, make it right

Every wrong erased by night