(Verse 1)
They point to the kings on their gilded thrones,
Blood on their hands, yet we worship the bones,
But the crown’s just a mask for the rot underneath,
A system that thrives on corruption and grief.
(Verse 2)
The suits in the towers, the wolves in the halls,
Smiling like saviors while plotting our falls,
But they’re not the source, just the face of the crime,
A cog in the machine, grinding out time.
(Alternative Chorus - More Anthemic)
We kneel to the crown, but the throne is a lie,
The real king’s a ghost in the stock-market sky.
They’ll name you the villain, turn your heart into stone,
While the blood of the world buys a new golden throne.
(Verse 3)
The markets decide who gets left in the cold,
While fortunes are made from the lives they’ve sold,
The oligarchs laugh from their castles of gold,
But they’re just hollow shells with no soul to hold.
(Verse 4)
Psychopaths dancing on strings they don’t see,
Puppets who think they were born to be free,
But the masters don’t sit in the spotlight’s glare,
They pull from the shadows—you won’t find them there.
(Alternative Chorus - More Anthemic)
We kneel to the crown, but the throne is a lie,
The real king’s a ghost in the stock-market sky.
They’ll name you the villain, turn your heart into stone,
While the blood of the world buys a new golden throne.
(Bridge 2)
The script was set long before they arrived,
A game of monopoly, rigged from the start,
We fight for the scraps while they feast on the lies,
And the sickness grows deep in the heart.
(Verse 5)
They tell us to hate while they pocket the gain,
Divide us with borders, with color, with pain,
But the enemy’s not just the face on the screen,
It’s the code in the system, the death of the dream.
(Verse 6)
The wars never end, but the profits still rise,
A currency built on our tears and goodbyes,
Yet we scream at the pawns while the architects grin,
Another day lost to the noise and the din.
(Bridge 3)
Break the illusion, tear down the veil,
The prison’s not just made of steel,
It’s numbers and ledgers, the ghost in the machine,
A sickness we’re trained not to feel.
(Alternative Chorus - More Anthemic)
We kneel to the crown, but the throne is a lie,
The real king’s a ghost in the stock-market sky.
They’ll name you the villain, turn your heart into stone,
While the blood of the world buys a new golden throne.
(Verse 7)
So burn all the temples where money’s the god,
Where the hungry are cursed and the greedy applaud,
The puppets will fall when the strings are cut loose,
But the system’s the beast—will we dare turn it loose?
(Outro)
The men in the power are just passing through,
But the system remains if we don’t change the rules,
So look past the faces, dig into the root,
Or we’ll crown a new king—just another sick fool.
