[Intro: low drone, distant static, slow heartbeat kick] [Verse 1: quiet, controlled anger] Old friends turned to enemies overnight Borders drawn in a different light Allies pushed to the edge of the flame While the strongman smiles and shifts the blame Paper laws get torn and bent Signed away with no consent Lines once held now disappear All bow down to the man in the chair [Pre-Chorus: tension rising] Something’s cracking in the frame But they still play the same old game [Chorus: BIG, strained, anthemic – this must HIT] Madness in the big chair, pulling every string His pathetic puppets dance, while he plays at being king Every move just echoes back around Different voice, but the same dark sound One hundred fifty children gone in a flash Names erased in the aftermath Tell me—how do you justify that? Or just wave the flag and call it fact? One hundred fifty children gone in a flash Names erased in the aftermath Tell me—how do you justify that? Or just wave the flag and call it fact? [Verse 2: sharper, more direct imagery] Justice wears a borrowed face Chasing ghosts, erasing trace Enemies walk, while truth’s in chains Files locked tight, buried names Sold their souls to stand in line Now cast off at the drop of a dime Loyalty means nothing here When fear’s the currency of the chair [Pre-Chorus: building aggression] Voices silenced, labelled lies “Fake” becomes the new disguise [Chorus: more aggressive delivery] Madness in the big chair, pulling every string His pathetic puppets dance, while he plays at being king Every move just echoes back around Different voice, but the same dark sound One hundred fifty children gone in a flash Names erased in the aftermath Tell me—how do you justify that? Or just wave the flag and call it fact? [Bridge: stripped, eerie, then builds hard] Preach for peace with a loaded hand Strike the match in a distant land No permission, no debate Just sign the order—seal their fate Promise calm, then feed the fire Fuel the fear, take it higher Threats to turn the world to ash Target homes in the final clash [Build: pounding drums, rising distortion] [Final Chorus: desperate, explosive] Madness in the big chair, pulling every string His pathetic puppets dance, while he plays at being king Every move just echoes back around Different voice, but the same dark sound One hundred fifty children gone in a flash Say their silence louder than the blast Tell me—was it worth the cost? Or just another line we’ve been willing to cross? [Outro: stripped, haunting] It’s not madness—it’s by design Step by step, line by line We used to ask how this could be… Now we just watch it on repeat [Music fades to static hum | spoken voice sounding like radio broadcast] One hundred fifty children gone in a flash Say their silence louder than the blast Tell me—was it worth the cost? Or just another line we’ve been willing to cross? [End: low hum, fading static]
