[start] [Intro: Crowd noise swelling beneath echoing guitars and tom rolls] [Chanting voices: reverent, distant, half-human, half-machine] Praise the spotlight, praise the sound— Praise the stage that sanctifies the lie. [Grandiose Jimmy Page-inspired lick] [Verse 1] Studio lights, the host’s fake smile, Questions circling all the while. I speak with confidence, prophet-like, Selling comfort, selling fright. [Choral echo: Selling comfort, selling fright.] [Verse 2] Woman in a wheelchair, tears rehearsed, I lay hands on her, do my worst. She stands, she’s healed, the crowd believes, Perfectly staged, engineered relief. [Choral echo: Engineered relief, engineered belief.] [Chorus: Full band crashes in, crowd clapping in unison] Welcome to the miracle show, Viral resurrection — watch it grow. Not a madman anymore, Architect of endings, they want more. (They want more…) [Bridge: Half-tempo groove, shimmering delay-drenched guitar; confessional vocal tone] I learned my parents’ game too well, Manipulation dressed as grace to sell. Not offering heaven — that’s too kind, Just a seat to watch the world unwind. [Choral reprise: World unwind, unwind, unwind…] [Outro: Bass-led slow march; cymbals swell like organ chords] Book hits number one, the money flows, Built an empire no one knows. From the penthouse looking down below, King of everything I broke. Can’t recall when the lie became The only truth I spoke. [Choir fades with chant: The only truth I spoke…] [Instrumental coda: Reverb-drenched guitar drone over crowd fade] [end]
