Yes sir. Good call. Brilliant plan. Yes sir. Good call. Brilliant plan. brilliant... brilliant... brilliant... You wanted truth, but silenced dissent, Hired mirrors, not minds, to pay the rent. Now every nod feels like a win, But there's no one left to reel you in. Your boardroom's filled with loyal ghosts, Yes-men clapping at your boasts. You sold your crown for loud applause— Built an empire with no laws. You speak, they cheer, you rise, they kneel— But is it power… or just the seal Of men too scared to say the cost Of what you've won… and what you've lost? Echoes louder than the truth, You built this throne, you chose this booth. You scream and still you're not awake, The silence bends until it breaks. Surrounded, still alone you stand, A king who ruled with hollow hands. They echo back what you demand— And still, you don't… understand. They feed your rage, inflate your name, Pretend that chaos is a game. They smile like saints, but sell you lies— Their loyalty's a cheap disguise. You're not a leader, just a lens, Reflecting back your means and ends. You never hear what they won't say, 'Til the sky turns red and truth decays. You speak, they cheer, you rise, they kneel— But is it power… or just the seal Of men too scared to say the cost Of what you've won… and what you've lost? Echoes louder than the truth, You built this throne, you chose this booth. You scream and still you're not awake, The silence bends until it breaks. Surrounded, still alone you stand, A king who ruled with hollow hands. They echo back what you demand— And still, you don't… understand. Ask the tyrants how it starts— Not with guns, but broken charts. Not with coups, but nodding heads. Sycophants who make the beds. They praised his tweets, defended slurs, Called him strong while the world burned. Built their brands on his decline— Truth was treason. Loyalty, a shrine. This echo chamber drowns the truth, You built this throne, you chose this booth. You scream and still you're not awake, The silence bends until it breaks. The flattery turns sharp and thin, When wolves you raised start feasting in. You carved your name in glass and smoke— The echo chamber… chokes. Yes sir. Good call. Brilliant plan. Brilliant… brilliant… brilliant... In a kingdom built on echoes, silence is the final rebellion.
