unboxing the crown by Ravey Graves

Your mansion walls are plaster, your vintage wine is cheap.
You built your whole foundation on the promises you couldn't keep.
You polished up the narrative, you bought the perfect suit,
But we see the wires underneath, the rot down at the root.
The ledger is unbalanced, and the numbers start to scream—
You can’t buy back the daylight with the fragments of a dream.
Pre-Chorus
We’re not tearing down the statues. We’re just counting the cost.
We’re finding everything you thought you permanently lost.
And the curtain? Yeah, it’s finally falling down.
Chorus
This is the unboxing of the crown!
The gold is fake, the velvet's thin, we’re passing it around.
Your inheritance is due—it's not the house, it's the rent.
Every nickel you extracted, every stolen sentiment.
You're afraid of simple silence, you're terrified of grace,
Because the mirror finally shows the truth inside that empty space!
Verse 2
You wear your little diamond like a scar that you conceal,
A heavy weight upon your chest that only we can feel.
You talk of rising tides that only lift your private yacht,
But you forgot the breathing room for every soul you bought.
The market correction isn't coming from the Fed,
It's coming from the hungry who are tired of being fed
On half-truths and apologies—the banquet is adjourned.
The price of all your comfort is the bridge that you have burned.
Pre-Chorus
We’re not tearing down the statues. We’re just counting the cost.
We’re finding everything you thought you permanently lost.
And the curtain? Yeah, it’s finally falling down.
Chorus
This is the unboxing of the crown!
The gold is fake, the velvet's thin, we’re passing it around.
Your inheritance is due—it's not the house, it's the rent.
Every nickel you extracted, every stolen sentiment.
You're afraid of simple silence, you're terrified of grace,
Because the mirror finally shows the truth inside that empty space!
Bridge
You can't insure the conscience, you can't hedge against the sound
Of millions of the voiceless when the volume is turned 'round.
You can’t escape the echo of the names you couldn't learn.
Now watch the final mortgage note begin to slowly burn.

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Your mansion walls are plaster, your vintage wine is cheap. You built your whole foundation on the promises you couldn't keep. You polished up the narrative, you bought the perfect suit, But we see the wires underneath, the rot down at the root. The ledger is unbalanced, and the numbers start to scream— You can’t buy back the daylight with the fragments of a dream. Pre-Chorus We’re not tearing down the statues. We’re just counting the cost. We’re finding everything you thought you permanently lost. And the curtain? Yeah, it’s finally falling down. Chorus This is the unboxing of the crown! The gold is fake, the velvet's thin, we’re passing it around. Your inheritance is due—it's not the house, it's the rent. Every nickel you extracted, every stolen sentiment. You're afraid of simple silence, you're terrified of grace, Because the mirror finally shows the truth inside that empty space! Verse 2 You wear your little diamond like a scar that you conceal, A heavy weight upon your chest that only we can feel. You talk of rising tides that only lift your private yacht, But you forgot the breathing room for every soul you bought. The market correction isn't coming from the Fed, It's coming from the hungry who are tired of being fed On half-truths and apologies—the banquet is adjourned. The price of all your comfort is the bridge that you have burned. Pre-Chorus We’re not tearing down the statues. We’re just counting the cost. We’re finding everything you thought you permanently lost. And the curtain? Yeah, it’s finally falling down. Chorus This is the unboxing of the crown! The gold is fake, the velvet's thin, we’re passing it around. Your inheritance is due—it's not the house, it's the rent. Every nickel you extracted, every stolen sentiment. You're afraid of simple silence, you're terrified of grace, Because the mirror finally shows the truth inside that empty space! Bridge You can't insure the conscience, you can't hedge against the sound Of millions of the voiceless when the volume is turned 'round. You can’t escape the echo of the names you couldn't learn. Now watch the final mortgage note begin to slowly burn.

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