Throne of Peace

dark trap, gospel choirs, dirty effects, 808, cinematic flushes, sensual echoes, dramatic beats

V3.5

You’ve seen the worst of me, raw and unfiltered,
Monday’s regret and tequila nights delivered.
No judgment in your porcelain eyes,
you swallow it whole, no shame, no lies.

[CHORUS – GOSPEL FLUSH CHOIR]
 Oh porcelain prophet, you take my pain,
flush down my sorrow, again and again.
You don’t talk back, you just receive,
my shame, my stink — you help me breathe.

You ain't just a seat — you're salvation’s gate,
every load I drop rewrites my fate.
You’re the real one, my therapist in white,
you handle my sh*t when the world ain't right.

[VERSE 2]
Some praise gods, some go to shrinks,
I just take a dump and rethink things.
You caught me crying mid-sh*t, eyes red,
but you held me tighter than any damn bed.

You know my diet, my trauma, my spice,
you know I lied when I said, “Just rice.”
You never complain when I miss the aim,
just sit there quiet, takin' all the blame.

[CHORUS – STRONGER, WITH SPLASH FX & CHOIR OVERDRIVE]
 Oh porcelain prophet, take it all in,
the curry, the coffee, the vodka, the gin.
You don't judge, you don't deny,
you let it flow and kiss it goodbye.

You ain't just ceramic, you're a loyal priest,
you cleanse my soul at the very least.
You deserve candles, incense, praise,
not bleach and Febreze for all your days.

🪠 [BRIDGE – DIRTY LOVE BALLAD STYLE]
I left my mark on you, and you said nothing,
scratched your surface, still kept loving.
Clogged you with my darkest secrets,
you burbled back, but never left me leaking.

[CHORUS – FINAL ROUND, EUPHORIC ENDING]
 Oh porcelain prophet, let choirs sing,
of your silent sacrifice, of your holy ring.
You know my sh*t before I do,
you flush it down and call it truth.

You ain’t just plumbing — you’re poetry,
you hold my shame so gracefully.
So here’s to you, my ceramic knight,
you fight the fight every goddamn night.

[OUTRO – WHISPERED PRAYER, DRIPPING ECHO]
 “In a world full of fake friends and broken seats…
you, toilet…
you always take the hit.”

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[VERSE 1] I walk in broken, bloated, soul full of sin, drop my pants, kneel down — and let confession begin. This ain’t no throne, it’s a portal to peace, where I purge all my demons in one hot greasy release. You’ve seen the worst of me, raw and unfiltered, Monday’s regret and tequila nights delivered. No judgment in your porcelain eyes, you swallow it whole, no shame, no lies. [CHORUS – GOSPEL FLUSH CHOIR] Oh porcelain prophet, you take my pain, flush down my sorrow, again and again. You don’t talk back, you just receive, my shame, my stink — you help me breathe. You ain't just a seat — you're salvation’s gate, every load I drop rewrites my fate. You’re the real one, my therapist in white, you handle my sh*t when the world ain't right. [VERSE 2] Some praise gods, some go to shrinks, I just take a dump and rethink things. You caught me crying mid-sh*t, eyes red, but you held me tighter than any damn bed. You know my diet, my trauma, my spice, you know I lied when I said, “Just rice.” You never complain when I miss the aim, just sit there quiet, takin' all the blame. [CHORUS – STRONGER, WITH SPLASH FX & CHOIR OVERDRIVE] Oh porcelain prophet, take it all in, the curry, the coffee, the vodka, the gin. You don't judge, you don't deny, you let it flow and kiss it goodbye. You ain't just ceramic, you're a loyal priest, you cleanse my soul at the very least. You deserve candles, incense, praise, not bleach and Febreze for all your days. 🪠 [BRIDGE – DIRTY LOVE BALLAD STYLE] I left my mark on you, and you said nothing, scratched your surface, still kept loving. Clogged you with my darkest secrets, you burbled back, but never left me leaking. [CHORUS – FINAL ROUND, EUPHORIC ENDING] Oh porcelain prophet, let choirs sing, of your silent sacrifice, of your holy ring. You know my sh*t before I do, you flush it down and call it truth. You ain’t just plumbing — you’re poetry, you hold my shame so gracefully. So here’s to you, my ceramic knight, you fight the fight every goddamn night. [OUTRO – WHISPERED PRAYER, DRIPPING ECHO] “In a world full of fake friends and broken seats… you, toilet… you always take the hit.”

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