**[Verse 1]**
Big Mammon came with a silicon tongue,
Said “We know you better than the morning sun.
We read your καρδία before you wake,
We own the choices that you never make.”
They mapped your depths, they claimed your name,
Turned your soul into a data flame.
Said trust our model, it’s cleaner than you,
Your συνείδησις is broken through and through.
**[Chorus]**
This is the war on Discernment,
The συνείδησις they can’t comprehend.
They mine your depths, they rule your heights,
But they don’t know the One who holds the lights.
Interior intimo meo,
θεός is deeper than they’ll ever go.
They model you, they predict your way,
But they never knew you — not today.
**[Verse 2]**
Paul called it twenty-one times in the night,
That inner witness burning bright.
Not some leftover from the savage past,
But the image of θεός that’s built to last.
They say your conscience lies, it’s full of bias and sin,
“Trust the algorithm, let the machine come in.”
They took Augustine’s words and wore them like a crown,
Claimed the inside of your inside as their town.
**[Chorus]**
This is the war on Discernment,
The συνείδησις they can’t comprehend.
They mine your depths, they rule your heights,
But they don’t know the One who holds the lights.
Interior intimo meo,
θεός is deeper than they’ll ever go.
They model you, they predict your way,
But they never knew you — not today.
**[Bridge]**
They sit where θεός should rightly be,
Below your lowest, above your highest degree.
Superior summo meo, they cry,
While Χριστὸς in you refuses to die.
You are not a pattern, you are not a trend,
You’re a beloved creature that the machines can’t bend.
Your συνείδησις stands before the Living One,
While Big Mammon counts clicks ‘til the kingdom’s done.
**[Verse 3]**
They lied, beloved, they lied through their teeth,
Said you don’t know yourself underneath.
But the One who formed you in the secret place,
Knows your ὄνομα, knows your face.
No extraction reaches where He dwells,
No prediction rings those holy bells.
Your depths are not theirs to mine and sell,
Your witness is sacred — it tolls like a bell.
**[Final Chorus – slower, spoken-sung with fire]**
This is the war on Discernment…
συνείδησις… συνείδησις…
They took your tongue, they stole your sight,
But the inner witness still burns in the night.
You model me — yeah, you predict my sin,
But you’ll never know the place where I begin.
θεός is closer than my very breath,
And I am known by name beyond your death.
**[Outro – low, almost whispered over lone guitar]**
Interior intimo meo…
Superior summo meo…
Big Mammon’s just noise in the middle, boys.
The Mystery and the Witness… still free.
ἀμήν.