📝 PIT LYRICS — raw, biting, sarcastic, brutal, spoken/shouted over the chaos (0:00–1:15 — Intro: detuned fanfare that immediately falters, slow stumbling boots) Golden domes, rusted roots — loudest voice, empty truth March in step, trip on the truth — big parade, broken roof Bells ring flat, anthem’s off-key — you rule the world? Nah, you rule the empty street (1:15–2:30 — Drop: distorted booming voice, stutters, static kicks in) SPEAK LOUD — HIDE THE CRACKS! — BANG THE DRUM — COVER THE FACT! You talk of glory, we see the rot — you talk of strength, we see the knot Empire built on lies and dread — every step you take, it falls ahead Cringe! — the whole world sees it — cringe! — you can’t delete it Big man, small stage, crumbling throne — every word you say, it sounds alone (2:30–4:00 — Collapse: concrete cracks, shouting overlaps, chaos swells) Bells break, walls shake — your great power starts to quake Boots stumble, ranks split — you built a mountain out of shit Propaganda screams too loud — the louder you yell, the less it’s allowed Hero, tyrant, clown, and ghost — no one’s listening to your boast Cringe! — the crown’s too tight — cringe! — it doesn’t fit right All the gold turned to dust — every promise turned to rust (4:00–5:00 — Hollow: all noise fades, quiet terrified whispers, one weak bell) Silence now — the crowd went home — the palace halls are empty, cold, alone Loudspeaker dead, no more command — you stand alone, no one at your hand The grand act ends, no curtain call — just you, the lies, and the crumbling wall (5:00–5:55 — Final cringe: one last pathetic garbled shout, cuts to silence) Still you yell — no one hears — still you stand — no one fears Kremlin cringe — the joke’s too old — Kremlin cringe — the story’s told …one last flat note… [ABRUPT SILENCE] 🎛️ ARRANGEMENT - 0:00–1:15: Detuned fanfare → falters → slow stumbling march — already off-balance - 1:15–2:30: Booming distorted voice → stutters → static swallows it — lyrics bite through the noise - 2:30–4:00: Full collapse — cracks, screeches, overlapping shouts — chaos = the system failing - 4:00–5:00: All stripped back — quiet, hollow, terrified — the facade gone - 5:00–5:55: Final weak proclamation → cuts out mid-word → silence → end
