[Chorus] [heavy, distorted guitars over broken casino bells] A fucked up crown for a fucked up kingdom Moral to the compost, moral to the rot Freewill to the free wheel, little to the freedom Wanna play blackjack but you’re lost to the slots [Verse 1] [softer, almost spoken over church organs] They scroll in the dark, typing prayers like bets Parasocial lovers placing wagers on your next regret You shine so fucking bright they can’t look away Beautiful disaster, they’re here for the blaze Every like is a chip, every DM is a deal They watch the halo flicker and place another bet on how you’ll feel [Chorus] A fucked up crown for a fucked up kingdom Moral to the compost, moral to the rot Freewill to the free wheel, little to the freedom Wanna play blackjack but you’re lost to the slots [Verse 2] [building, screamed] The house always wins when the lights get too hot Fame’s just a slot machine that eats what you got You cash in your soul for the rush and the glow They cheer when you burn, ‘cause pretty things explode Stalkers in the comments collecting every scar Rooting for the meltdown like it’s their winning card [Bridge / Breakdown] [casino sounds glitching into heavy double-kick] Spin it again… spin it again… One more hand, one more gram, one more fan You were too bright, baby, now watch ‘em all cash in [Final Chorus – screamed + layered] A fucked up crown for a fucked up kingdom! Moral to the compost, moral to the rot! Freewill to the free wheel, little to the freedom! Wanna play blackjack but you’re lost—
