No King No Crown (Acoustic Cover)

You preach in soundbites, towers taller than your lies, A saint in red-white-blue, halo bought with alibis. You write your law in midnight tweets and midnight raids, Every promise you break still echoes through the graves. You crown yourself in headlines and borrowed might, But justice still cuts you through the night. No king — no crown — the power you hoard is dust, You feed on fear that no one trusts. You call it order, we call it rust, The streets erupt — we've called your bluff. No king — no crown — the regime’s out of luck. You bless the borders to build your fortress high, A prophet posing, trading rights for currency and lies. You quote the patriots, yet silence their names, The courts blink, the verdicts shift, the country bleeds in shame. Your gospel’s black, your mirror cracked, The empire you built is on a track. No king — no crown — the power you hoard is dust, You feed on fear that no one trusts. You call it order, we call it rust, The streets erupt — we've called your bluff. No king — no crown — the regime’s out of luck. You trade truth for titles, votes for fame, Your flag’s just a spotlight spelling blame. You claim the storm obeys your word, your law— But thunder laughs; it knows your flaw. Hey — your speeches shook the system down, Hey — your crown’s a circus clown, Hey — we see your empire built on spin and fear, Hey — we’re still here — and the reckoning’s near. No king — no crown — the power you hoard is dust, You feed on fear that no one trusts. You call it order, we call it rust, The streets erupt — we've called your bluff. No king — no crown — we rise from what you broke, The air still burns, but we can breathe the smoke. No king — no crown — we turn your lies to light, We found our voices in the fight.