A haunting introspective track that explores the corrupting nature of power and the internal struggle against tyranny within oneself. Dark, contemplative lyrics paired with compelling musical storytelling examine the fear of becoming what we despise most.

Musical Details

BPM

146

Key

D

Camelot

Dm

ISRC

QT3FF2693531

Credits

ComposerOllifax
LyricistOllifax
ProducerPeter Jaffray
MixingOllifax
MasteringOllifax

Copyright & Legal

Ollifax Music

PublisherOllifax Music
LabelOllifax Music
LicenseAll Rights Reserved
Recorded inNunavut

Lyrics

I don't fear the king.
I fear the chair.
I fear what I become
if I sit there.
I seen the crown
in another man's eyes
Gold on the teeth
and rot inside
He smiled like law
He moved like fate
Had soft clean hands
and a hard steel gate
I hated him quiet
I hated him slow
Hated how power
made mercy go cold
Then one long night
with the room gone still
I felt that same throne
in my own free will
Not on my head
Not in my hand
It sat in my chest
like a buried command
Said,
punish them all
Said,
make them kneel
Said,
call it justice
and make it feel real
Hold the tether
Check your aim
North Star hidden
Still the same
Metronome step
Don't break time
The worst tyrant
wears your mind
I don't fear the king
I fear the chair
I fear what I become
if I sit there
I don't fear the blade
I fear the hand
When it loves the power
more than the stand
No crown
No throne
No empire in my bones
I don't fear the king
I fear the crown inside
They say monsters
got a different face
But I learned monsters
understand restraint
They wait in silence
They speak in codes
They call a cage
a safer road
They build a reason
They bless the chain
They put clean labels
on dirty pain
And I know that trick
I know that line
I've said hard things
with a calm cold mind
Justice is heavy
Revenge is cheap
One makes you stand
One makes you feed
So I bite my tongue
till the blood tastes iron
Keep one hand off
the throne I'm eyeing
Hold the tether
Check your aim
North Star hidden
Still the same
Metronome step
Don't break time
The worst tyrant
wears your mind
I don't fear the king
I fear the chair
I fear what I become
if I sit there
I don't fear the blade
I fear the hand
When it loves the power
more than the stand
No crown
No throne
No empire in my bones
I don't fear the king
I fear the crown inside
There is a
room in me
where the old war waits.
There is a
voice in me
that says mercy is weak.
There is a
throne in me
made from every betrayal.
There is a
child in me
still freezing in the whiteout.
So I hold the rope.
Not because I am pure.
Because I know
what happens
when I let go.
Don't sit down
Don't look high
Don't wear gold
Over dead men's eyes
Don't sit down
Don't look high
Hold the tether
Let the crown die
Don't sit down
Don't look high
Don't wear gold
Over dead men's eyes
Don't sit down
Don't look high
Hold the tether
Let the crown die
I don't fear the king
I fear the chair
I fear what I become
if I sit there
I don't fear the blade
I fear the hand
When it loves the power
more than the stand
No crown
No throne
No empire in my bones
I don't fear the king
I fear the crown inside
No crown.
No throne.
No empire in my bones.
Hold the tether.

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