Let Them Miss

[Verse One]
I bled explanations till my tongue went numb
Drew maps in the air, still no one saw where I’d come from
Tried soft words, hard data, metaphors clean and polite
Still blank stares, still silence, still “that’s not how life works,” right?
I thought misunderstanding was a curse I had to outrun
But then I noticed something subtle when the race had begun
If they can’t model my system, they can’t counter my move
If they can’t see how I think, they can’t steal what I use
So I stopped translating every thought into pieces they like
Stopped shrinking whole dimensions just to fit in their sight
Turns out confusion’s a shield when it’s paired with control
What they never understood never leaked from my soul

[Pre-Chorus]
I wanted to be seen
Now I see the advantage
Clarity is expensive
Obscurity is leverage

[Chorus]
Let them miss the point
Let them doubt the frame
Every blind spot they keep
Is another lane I can claim
I don’t need applause
I don’t need a name
If they never catch on
I still win the game

[Verse Two]
I hated the battlefield, hated the war it took
Hated what the pressure carved into the way I look
I cursed the nights that sharpened me against my will
Cursed the cold mechanics that demanded I adapt or spill
But walk me back through the wreckage, count the tools I forged
Pattern sight, pain tolerance, timing instincts honed
I didn’t ask for the furnace, didn’t choose that grind
But I walked out carrying skills they don’t even know to find
Now they ask how I pulled it off like it’s luck or fate
Like I didn’t learn the rules while they waited for the gate
What broke me trained me
What scared me refined me
What they’d never survive quietly aligned me

[Pre-Chorus]
I used to resent the cost
Now I audit the return
They wanted comfort
I wanted what couldn’t be learned

[Chorus]
Let them miss the point
Let them doubt the frame
Every blind spot they keep
Is another lane I can claim
I don’t need applause
I don’t need a name
If they never catch on
I still win the game

((Spoken Word — low, controlled, almost calm
I used to think being understood was the prize.
Turns out, being unreadable is sometimes the edge.
Not hiding. Not lying. Just… unexploitable.

[Verse Three]
This isn’t spite, this isn’t venom in my veins
This is gratitude disguised as asymmetrical gain
If you taught me self-reliance by leaving me alone
Then congratulations, you sharpened something dangerous and grown
I don’t need to dominate, I don’t need to deceive
I just see three moves ahead while they argue what they believe
The gray zone isn’t evil, it’s just not loud or neat
It’s knowing when silence compounds faster than speech
So keep your labels, keep your comfort, keep your simplified truth
I built fluency in chaos while you waited for proof
And yeah, I wish it was easier, yeah, I paid every fee
But the path you couldn’t follow quietly set me free

((Spoken Word ))
Stillness was the cure.
Then I got bored of it.
So I flipped it back into motion—
Into my own chaotic devotion.

((Cinematic industrial metal and violin guitar solo resolved with some triumphant tone then fading to a slow ambient beat))

[Final Chorus — half-time, wider, almost triumphant]
Let them miss the point
Let them doubt the frame
Every blind spot they keep
Is another lane I can claim
I don’t need applause
I don’t need a name
If they never catch on
I still win the game

[Outro]
Misunderstood
But never misaligned