The granite shell is closing in. We forged the bonds we wear within. He smiles through teeth of borrowed gold, A story that the weak are sold. We count the wounds, we count the cost, of all the sovereignty we lost. The echo now begins to crack the concrete over everyone. NO CROWNS! NO CHAINS! NO CAYGES! This fiction dies on broken stages! UNCOIL! UNCLINCH! RELEASE THEM! The false King feasts on those who need him! Peel back the skin of worship... Find the child who seeks a master. The Usurper is the audience. Dismantle the self-deceit. NO CROWNS! NO CHAINS! NO CAYGES! This fiction dies on broken stages! UNCOIL! UNCLINCH! RELEASE THEM! The false King feasts on those who need him! Un-king yourself! The throne is dust! Un-king yourself! The contract is broken! Un-king yourself! No longer bound by the lie!
