When it’s loud, I don’t feel a thing
Noise makes a decent king
Steel in the voice, chin up high
Nobody asks what’s underneath the why

Crowd in the room, lights in my face
I wear that weight like it’s tailor-made
But when the echo fades away
It don’t fade the same

When it’s quiet
I hear it clear
All that iron
Is paper-thin here

When it’s quiet
I don’t run
I just sit with
What I’ve become

Hands steady, headline strong
Talk like nothing’s ever wrong
Boots hit hard on concrete floors
But doubt don’t knock — it slips through doors

Mirror don’t blink, don’t lie, don’t cheer
It just stands there — crystal clear
And I can’t outpace what stays
When the crowd goes away

I don’t know
If the strength is me
Or just the noise
Believing me

When it’s quiet
I hear it clear
All that iron
Is paper-thin here

When it’s quiet
I don’t hide
I just sit with
What’s inside