SWBEATS @ SUNO • 2026 • 😎 You navigate the world through a fractured lens Constructing altars to your own pretense A lexicon of vanity, so cold and so precise While virtue is a garment that you barter for a price You gaze upon the masses from a sanctuary of glass Observing how the seasons and the common spirits pass But the foundations are eroding in your labyrinth of pride There is no hollow ritual where a guilty soul can hide The clock is ticking in the hall of echoes The shadows lengthen on your golden door The tide is rising where the ego bellows And you can’t ignore the hunger anymore Your narratives are woven with a thread of pure deceit A pantomime of grandeur that is destined for defeat You architect a legacy on shifting coastal sands With bloodless calculations and your manicured hands The mirror is a witness to the hollow man within A silhouette of artifice beneath a tailored skin Abandon the obsession with the status and the name Before the final embers turn your monuments to flame The clock is ticking in the hall of echoes The shadows lengthen on your golden door The tide is rising where the ego bellows And you can’t ignore the hunger anymore All you arrogant people, trapped inside the play Wasting all the sunlight in a calculated way Get a life beyond the image, find a pulse inside the stone Before you face the silence on your solitary throne All you arrogant people, deaf to every plea Searching for a kingdom where the spirit should be free The tower is trembling, the crown is a weight Is it epiphany or is it too late? Step from the pedestal, walk on the ground Listen for reality, it’s a beautiful sound All you arrogant people, trapped inside the play Wasting all the sunlight in a calculated way Get a life beyond the image, find a pulse inside the stone Before you face the silence on your solitary throne All you arrogant people, deaf to every plea Searching for a kingdom where the spirit should be free