[Intro – Low male vocal, distant choir, sparse guitar] They came with banners... They came with promises... They came with open hands... And left with closed fists... [Verse 1 – Male Lead] They raised their flags for freedom, While the poor paid every debt. They spoke of brighter mornings, As another sun was bled. They swore they'd lift the broken, But they built their throne instead. Every promise bought another chain, Another mouth left unfed. [Instrumental Build – Drums rising, bass enters, fiddle and electric guitar] [Pre-Chorus – Male Lead with Female Harmony] The words were gold... The hearts were stone... Every oath another crack... Inside the home. [Chorus – Full Band, Gang Vocals] They called it salvation... But the table only fed the kings. They called themselves saviors... While silence swallowed everything. They built their road to glory... On the backs of the dead. Now every crown they polished... Carries ghosts instead. [Instrumental – Guitar lead, fiddle, pounding toms] [Verse 2 – Male Lead] The widow counted empty chairs, The child counted empty plates. The worker carried broken dreams, While greed decided fate. The forgotten filled the graveyards, The faithful kept the flame. The rich rewrote the history books... And never spoke their names. [Pre-Chorus – Female Harmony joins] The system wasn't broken... It was taught to bow to gold. Every lie grew stronger... Every truth was sold. [Chorus – Bigger] They called it salvation... But the table only fed the kings. They called themselves saviors... While silence swallowed everything. They built their road to glory... On the backs of the dead. Now every crown they polished... Carries ghosts instead. [Bridge – Music drops to piano, acoustic guitar, soft strings] The promise became power... Power became greed... Greed became a harvest... Where ordinary people bleed. History keeps its echoes... For every eye that's blind. Freedom dies a little more... When we surrender our own minds. [Instrumental – Emotional guitar solo into full band] [Final Chorus – Full Choir, Male & Female Lead] No throne is worth another grave. No crown is worth another name. The future isn't forged by saviors... It's forged by ordinary hands. We'll build tomorrow together... Shoulder to shoulder with the living. Not beneath another ruler... But beside one another, willing. [Outro – Choir fading, lone guitar] The banners fall... The truth remains... No throne... Is worth another grave... [Final Epilogue – Bare acoustic guitar, distant choir, whispered harmony] Freedom is rarely stolen... It is surrendered... One promise... One fear... One lie at a time... Don't feed on lies... Don't trade your conscience... For comfort... For fear... Or for a crown... Stand for the truth... Stand for each other... Remember the forgotten... Lift the broken... Guard tomorrow... The banners may fall... But truth endures... No throne... Is worth another grave... [End – Choir whispers] Don't feed on lies...
