Intro (atmospheric, restrained, empty space, dust) Chorus/Hook (Sung · melodic, rock): Who shouts the loudest earns a place in eternity (Rap insert · dry, second voice) (well — at least while someone’s keeping score) Verse 1 (observational, controlled) A pack of dogs moves through dust and stone through open cities, long without a throne They sniff the walls, the rusted wire no interest in who ruled the fire No echo left of speeches or fights no victory speech, no final right What once was shouted, claimed, and crowned is just a scent that fades to ground Rap Verse (high-status, calm, laid back): I watch timeline kings appear and decay loud for a moment, too hollow to stay They confuse their weight with the volume they make top of the feed, then hard to take They talk about truth but mean exposure every post just feeds the closure I don’t argue, I just take notes still: The louder the voice, the smaller the will Chorus (short / variation): Who shouts the loudest earns a place in eternity (Rap insert · even drier): (as long as someone’s left to write it down) Spoken-Word Outro (quiet, dry, slight reverb): They ask no questions of guilt or right. No “Who was bigger?”, no “What was real?” The privilege to fool themselves in chorus was clearly reserved for humans before… (fade out)
