Decorated

They're clapping.
Let them clap.
For who.
For the crown.
Lights on gold.
Hands go high.
Big men smile
while the poor boys die.
Ribbon bright.
Camera flash.
Tyrants toast
with a blood red glass.
They don't count names.
They count shine.
They turn pain
into stage design.
Cheer gets loud.
Bassline mean.
Whole room moves
for the war machine.
No clean crown.
No clean throne.
Every king got a debt
in the ground below.
Crowd says hero.
Crowd says saved.
But the medal got dirt
from an unmarked grave.
Unmarked grave.
Unmarked grave.
Listen to the cheer.
Listen real close.
That ain't love.
That's a ghost.
Listen to the laugh
underneath that sound.
Same grin.
New skin.
Same old crown.
Decorated.
Flip it face down.
Dark side shining
on the bright gold crown.
Decorated.
Crowd go wild.
Tyrant got teeth
in a clean white smile.
Hold the tether.
Stick together.
Calm cool mind
through the redline weather.
Metronome stepper.
Kill the comfort.
Aim better.
Not dangerous.
Weaponized forever.
Everybody dance
when the bass gets cruel.
Everybody knows
but they play it cool.
Hands in the air.
Feet on the floor.
Same old hunger
with a brand new war.
Big chair talks.
Small hands pay.
Power eats
then it walks away.
Paint it noble.
Make it bright.
Put a little music
on a long dark night.
But the floor knows.
The drum knows.
The low end shakes
where the truth goes.
No crown clean.
No throne safe.
Every tyrant leaves
with a borrowed face.
Borrowed face.
Borrowed face.
Decorated.
Flip it face down.
Dark side shining
on the bright gold crown.
Decorated.
Crowd go wild.
Tyrant got teeth
in a clean white smile.
Hold the tether.
Stick together.
Calm cool mind
through the redline weather.
Metronome stepper.
Kill the comfort.
Aim better.
Not dangerous.
Weaponized forever.
They build a stage
over every grave.
They call it peace
when the cameras wave.
They call it order.
They call it law.
Same old monster
with a polished jaw.
No more kneeling
to the big room lie.
No more smiling
while the numbers die.
Hold the tether.
Hold the line.
Everybody moves
when the bassline climbs.
Drop.
Bounce.
Crown comes down.
Drop.
Bounce.
Flip it face down.
Drop.
Bounce.
Crowd gets loud.
Same grin.
New skin.
No clean crown.
Decorated.
Flip it face down.
Dark side shining
on the bright gold crown.
Decorated.
Crowd go wild.
Tyrant got teeth
in a clean white smile.
Hold the tether.
Stick together.
Calm cool mind
through the redline weather.
Metronome stepper.
Kill the comfort.
Aim better.
Not dangerous.
Weaponized forever.
Decorated.
Flip it face down.
No clean king.
No clean crown.
Hold the tether.
Stick together.
Weaponized forever.
They're clapping.
Let them clap.
For who.
For the crown.
Flip it face down.