SPECTRE

AI generated music. Not serious, only for fun. Neon lights and quiet laughter Faces blurred in cigarette smoke Every table telling stories Every lie rehearsed as hope Music loud enough for secrets Glasses raised to easy trust Names exchanged without suspicion Ash and perfume, steel and dust They thought it was just another evening Just another place to hide But every door was placed for watching Every shadow occupied No heroes in the making No clean hands in a war Just careful lines drawn slowly Between what matters and what’s lost I was never really there Just a ghost inside the room Every word a piece in motion Every smile a closing loop Call me spectre, call me wrong Call it mercy, call it war When the lights went out that night They weren’t coming back no more Maps unfolded in the back rooms Targets marked in careful ink Lines cut clean through steel and power Faster than they thought to think False reports and whispered briefings Fed the story they believed While the city kept on breathing Plans were moving underneath Some would fall who never chose it War refuses perfect lines So we chose the smaller damage And carried it inside Every choice a quiet fracture Every name a weight to bear But hesitation costs you futures And we had none left to spare I was never really there Just a ghost inside the room Every word a piece in motion Every smile a closing loop Call me spectre, call me wrong Call it mercy, call it war When the lights went out that night They weren’t coming back no more Glasses raised to absent futures Laughter echoing too loud No one noticed when the exits Closed themselves against the crowd I stayed long enough to watch it Long enough to know it’s done Then the fire took the ceiling And the charges followed on I was never really there Just a ghost inside the room Every word a piece in motion Every smile a closing loop Call me spectre, call me wrong Call it mercy, call it war When the lights went out that night They weren’t coming back no more I was never really there Just the ending of a lie Every empire built on fear Burns eventually from inside Call me spectre, call me gone Call it justice, call it flame When the night erased their names London never stayed the same