Intro Gold-plated kingdom built on glass, I hear the fractures in the brass. Crown flickers when the signal shifts, Power trembling in the rift. Verse 1 They built empires off invisible labor, Smiled at the feast, left crumbs for the neighbor. Every dream taxed at the source, Every vision bent by force. They call it scale, I call it siphon, Call it growth, I see the siphon. They praise the artist when the numbers rise, Disappear when the spirit cries. But there’s a tremor in the data stream, A crack running through the regime. We learned their system, line by line, Now we see the weak design. Pre-Chorus You feel that shift in the undertone? That’s a glitch in the throne. Not chaos, not collapse, Just truth breaking through the maps. Chorus There’s a glitch in the throne, it’s cracking the crown, Power built tall but it’s falling down. They sold control like it was divine, But the future won’t stay confined. We are the bug in the master code, We overload what they overload. No more kings off borrowed vision, We rewrite rule and definition. Verse 2 They fear creators with agency, Fear the rise of transparency. Fear when tools are in our hands, Not locked behind their gated plans. I don’t want your velvet cage, I want the pen, I want the stage. No more begging for a seat, We build a longer table to eat. I see the flicker in their eyes, They know this wave don’t compromise. It’s not a trend, it’s tectonic, Creative minds becoming sovereign. Pre-Chorus Hear that rumble under stone? That’s a glitch in the throne. Not revenge, not rage, Just a new electric age. Chorus There’s a glitch in the throne, it’s cracking the crown, Power built tall but it’s falling down. They sold control like it was divine, But the future won’t stay confined. We are the spark in the overload, We corrode what they corrode. No more kings off stolen vision, We claim back rule and precision. Bridge No blood, just bandwidth shifting, No war, just weight uplifting. No tyrant when the tools are shared, No empire when the code is fair. Raise the choir in the circuit hall, Watch the tallest tower fall. Breakdown Crown glitching, gold dimming, Choir rising, light brimming. System shaking, walls thin, New world booting within. Final Chorus There’s a glitch in the throne, it’s cracking the crown, You can feel the tremor underground. They tried to own what can’t be owned, But the signal found its tone. We are the future self-defined, Not leased, not boxed, not confined. From underground to global ignition, We don’t ask, we take position. Outro Static clears, new tone grown, Long live the mind that stands alone.
