PART III / TRACK 09
NOT ONE MORE
PIECE.
After years of being taken apart, the answer becomes final: not one more piece.
01 / LISTEN
CHOOSE
YOUR DOOR.
Six official destinations. One song. No third-party landing page in the middle.
02 / THE SONG
ENOUGH HAS A SOUND.
Not One More Piece turns accumulated exhaustion into a direct refusal. The shaking hands and broken voice are still present, but they belong to the person speaking.
There is no attempt to soften the boundary. The song closes the door on love, duty and mercy being used as names for taking.
I kept quiet for years
I swallowed the words
I carried the weight
But tonight…
not one more piece of me
You took the calm from my morning
Took the sleep from my night
Took the warmth from my hands
Then asked me to hold your light
You called it love when I was empty
Called it duty when I bled
Left your hunger at my table
Then blamed the silence when I said
Enough of smiling through the breaking
Enough of standing in the flame
There is anger in my breathing
And it finally knows my name
Not one more piece
Not one more breath for the taking
Not one more piece
Not one more bone for the breaking
I have paid with years
I have paid with sleep
I have burned too long
Now the fire stays with me
Not one more piece
Not one more piece of me
I saw the hands behind the kindness
I saw the teeth behind the prayer
I saw the way they came for comfort
Then disappeared when I was bare
They wanted mercy without memory
Wanted truth without the cost
Wanted all my open doors
Then called me cruel when they were lost
Now the room can hear my heartbeat
Now the dark can hear my feet
Every step is getting louder
Every silence has to leave
Not one more piece
Not one more breath for the taking
Not one more piece
Not one more bone for the breaking
I have paid with years
I have paid with sleep
I have burned too long
Now the fire stays with me
Not one more piece
Not one more piece of me
Take your stories from my doorway
Take your shadows from my floor
Take the weight you dressed as love
I will carry it no more
Take the names you tried to give me
Take the guilt you left behind
I am done being the shelter
For the storms you call mine
Not one more piece!
Not one more piece!
You hear me now?
Not one more piece!
Not one more piece
Not one more breath for the taking
Not one more piece
Not one more bone for the breaking
I have paid with years
I have paid with sleep
I have burned too long
Now the fire stays with me
Not one more piece
Not one more piece of me
My hands are shaking
But they are mine
My voice is broken
But it is mine
Not one more piece
Not one more piece
Not one more piece
Of me
04 / THE CHAPTER
THE ROAD
GETS QUIETER.
This song belongs to Part III — the third LOUD 77 chapter, where exhaustion, anger, identity and survival stop being background noise.
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