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Lyrics:

They found them lying in the square
Still and cold, without a sound
And scattered round their broken hands
Dry pasta on the ground

He didn’t cry, he didn’t scream
He only stared into the smoke
The boy who’d one day wear the mask
Made a promise he never spoke

Bring me the kings of the flour and flame
Bring me the ones who sold their names
Boil the truth in a pot of pain
'Til justice falls like rain

He was raised behind a wooden door
By a man who stirred the sauce slow
Taught him knife and fire and patience
But never to let the sorrow show

He watched the market empires rise
With golden forks and polished lies
He marked their names, he planned his path
And left them drowning in their past

Bring me the kings of the flour and flame
(“Can you taste their fear?”)
Bring me the ones who sold their names
Boil the truth in a pot of pain
'Til justice falls like rain

Years went by, his hands grew sure
His eyes grew darker with each fall
And in the silence of a ledger
He saw the chef had planned it all

The paper didn’t burn away
It whispered secrets in the night
The man who held his childhood
Had also killed it out of sight

So he climbed to the roof
Held the man above the ledge
The wind was cold, the sky was black
He only asked: "Why did you do it?"

But below, the boy saw
A street child with a steaming bowl
One of the staff had given it freely
No price, no name, just warmth

Bring me the kings of the flour and flame
Bring me the ones who fed the shame
But maybe hearts are more than names (just maybe...)
And some debts can’t be repaid
(“Can’t be repaid…”)

He set the man down
And walked away
The storm never broke
The tale ends that way