[Verse 1 – Male low, gravel-soaked, restrained over pulsing toms and drone guitar] Paper crowns and a pen full of lies Smiling wide while you sharpen the knives You dress my scars up in gold for sale But the ink in your hand smells just like jail You sip on truth like it’s yours to own Stacking your throne on the backs of my home Every smile you sell is a mask for greed Every deal you write is a wound that bleeds [Pre-Chorus – Male rasp rising, tension building with distorted bass] Keep it quiet, keep the chains in place I’ve got a storm buried under my face One spark falling is all it takes To turn your empire into my stakes [Chorus – Male soaring, melodic roar with heavy guitars] Tragedy, tragedy — it’s a fucking travesty You build your throne on the backs of my family Tragedy, tragedy — the silence keeps daring me One more push and I’ll tear down your majesty [Verse 2 – Male snarled, clipped delivery, guitars sharpen, drums jagged] You write my blood like a verse on a page Locking my life in a contract cage Every word you twist is another chain Every check you sign still carries my name Your crown is fire but it burns too fast When the smoke clears out, you’ll choke on the ash You sell my pain like a carnival show But the crowd hears lies in the lines you wrote [Pre-Chorus – Male grit, more desperate and unhinged] The leash is burning, the wire is thin You don’t want to see what I’ve buried within Seconds away from the sound you fear A growl in the dark that’s dragging you near [Chorus – Male soaring, more raw, vocal break in the grit] Tragedy, tragedy — it’s a fucking travesty You carve your lies in the bones of my history Tragedy, tragedy — the silence keeps daring me One more step and you’ll beg for amnesty [Bridge – Male half-spoken growl over half-time crash, heartbeat kicks] I don’t scream, I don’t plead I let the silence bleed This is the weight you made And I am the price you paid [Final Chorus – Male soaring, ragged edge, full instrumentation] Tragedy, tragedy — it’s a fucking travesty You built your house on the graves of dishonesty Tragedy, tragedy — no crown, no clarity One spark closer and I’ll burn your city [Outro – Male whispered growl fading to silence] Tragedy… travesty… the joke’s on you. [Outro – Male whispered growl fading to silence] Tragedy… travesty… the joke’s on you. Remember the name — I’m Thomas Cain. The voice you can’t silence, the scar you can’t chain.
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