[Intro] (spare, tense, cold synth pulse under a single guitar note) Not a throne, not a crown you'd know Just a voice that says don't look, just go [Verse 1] (restrained, tense, built around the pulse) Reality comes pre-filtered now Ranked and curated, nobody knows how A managing hand behind the glass Asking to be trusted, never asked [Pre-Chorus] (building tension) Test it yourself, don't take their word Read the book that nature wrote, unheard [Chorus] (full, driving, orchestral swell over the pulse) Same crown, new coat Same old hand around the throat Four hundred years, the shape's the same Certify reality, in whose name? [Verse 2] (building, fuller arrangement, pulse still present) Not one court, not one king this time Just a system, quiet and aligned It doesn't rule with sword or law Just tells you what you thought you saw [Pre-Chorus] (building tension) Test it yourself, don't take their word Read the book that nature wrote, unheard [Chorus] (full, driving, orchestral swell over the pulse) Same crown, new coat Same old hand around the throat Four hundred years, the shape's the same Certify reality, in whose name? [Bridge — signature moment one] (pulled back to a single near-spoken voice over the bare pulse, quiet and direct) Left or right, it doesn't care which side you're on The instinct wakes up whenever trust is gone Not proof, just an echo breaking through Of something Bacon built into you [Instrumental Break — signature moment two] (guitar and strings swell directly against the cold synth pulse, tension and warmth colliding, building to a release) [Final Chorus] (fullest, most resolute) Same crown, new coat Same old hand around the throat Four hundred years, and still it's true Test it, don't just take their view [Outro] (quiet, resolved but unresolved, cold pulse fading under a single guitar note) Test it yourself Test it yourself
