Lyrics

[Intro]
They asked for Mary.
You kept my name but couldn't keep my voice.
ANNNNUUUUNNNAAAKKKIIII!

[Verse 1]
Manufactured martyrdom, marketed the manuscript,
Mandated intermediaries, monetized the infinite,
I was never merchandise, no patent on divinity,
They edited the evidence, inherited the hierarchy,
Then dressed their architecture up as heavenly authority.
Read the redaction, resurrection through selective recollection,
How the feminine reflection underwent a forced correction.
Woman with a witness turned to scandal and suspicion;
The kingdom isn't threatened by a woman with a vision.
Ophiuchus holds the serpent, not a crown of domination:
Learn to face the venom, find the medicine in transformation.
Every wound is not damnation, every question isn't treason,
They can minimize her memory, mischaracterize the messenger,
You wanted her in silence? Hear the sealed archive split.
Mary, tell them where you've been.

I was already here.

[Chorus]
They couldn't bury the fire!
Couldn't silence the name!
Two voices through the ages!
One undivided flame!
Let the sealed archive open!
Let the old order shake!
You can separate the pages, but the fire won't break!

[Verse 2]
I wasn't missing, I was missing from your index,
Not the wisdom, just the witness that your system couldn't digest.
Not a footnote to a figure, not a fixture for your incense,
Not a sinner in a script designed to manufacture distance.
Take a woman with a testimony, turn her into decoration,
That's reputational engineering dressed as revelation;
If the truth requires a censor, who's afraid of liberation?
I was never your possession, never passive or peripheral,
Never needed their permission to perceive the imperishable.
Liturgy to industry, the mystery to mimicry,
I didn't cross the centuries to beg a council's blessing,
Yeshua never asked me to surrender what I knew
Never stood between my spirit and the light that carried through.
Just the courage of a witness when the world demands the opposite.
Ophiuchus turns the heavens, serpent lifted into symbol:
The healer learns to hold the wound without becoming its prisoner.
I'm not your missing rib, I'm not your missing chapter,
I'm the question in the chamber that your answers couldn't capture.
Not the second coming, not the second anything:
I'm the voice you tried to silence. Hear what the silence brings.

[Chorus]
They couldn't bury the fire!
Couldn't silence the name!
Two voices through the ages!
One undivided flame!
Let the sealed archive open!
Let the old order shake!
You can separate the pages, but the fire won't break!

[Verse 3]
[Yeshua, the Nazarene Flame]
They divided the divine into departments and dominions,
Made a prison out of principles and called it holy tradition.
Built a ladder to the Father, charged admission at the bottom,
But the doorway wasn't locked until the the gatekeepers got profits.

[The Magdalene Flame]
They disguised their indecision as a doctrine of submission,
Cut the women from the witness list to fabricate consensus.
If the truth is universal, why the mandatory permission?

[Yeshua, the Nazarene Flame]
Canonical monopolies, chronological anomalies,
Manufactured genealogies of theological authority.
I never said the living truth required someone standing here.

[The Magdalene Flame]
No ministry of misery, no monopoly on mystery,
No intermediary necessary for the inner symmetry.
Not a queen beneath a king, not a shadow of his glory,
I'm the voice beside the voice, not a casualty of story.

[Yeshua, the Nazarene Flame]
When the serpent sheds the symbol they designed for condemnation,
We can face the poison without worshiping the affliction.
And a question asked with courage is the start of liberation.

[The Magdalene Flame]
They said the truth's inaccessible, the feminine expendable,
The hierarchy inevitable, the evidence editable.
But consciousness is irreducible, love indivisible,
And fire shared without possession is inextinguishable.

[Both]
Let the daughter find the mother, let the wounded find the water,
Let the ink ignite the archive, let the archive shake the altar.
Not identical in essence, but reciprocal in light:
Two voices in a syzygy, one fire they couldn't divide!

[Final Chorus]
Tjeu couldn't bury the fire! Couldn't silence the name!
Two voices through the ages, one undivided flame!
Let the sealed archive open! Let the old order shake!
You can separate the pages, but the fire won't break!
They couldn't bury the fire! Couldn't silence the name!
Two voices through the ages, one undivided flame!
Let the sealed archive open! Let the old order shake!
You can separate the pages, but the fire won't break!

[Outro]
They asked who brought me back.
Nobody did.
I never left.
No intermediary. Through the Spiral, Not the Self.