Nightingale in the Rust

[Intro] [Mechanic chirp loop, flanged shimmer.] [Verse 1] In palace halls the metal bird kept tune, Gilded ribs rust like a forgotten rune. Its song split the seam of varnished lies, Nightingale of rust sings the sovereign's demise. [Chorus] Sing, nightingale, peel the gilded skin, Your note is acid, your truth a din. Scream into gold until the kings confess, Song of rust will strip their emptiness. [Verse 2] Curtains choke on the smoke of secret deals, The nightingale peels the lacquer from their heels. A single voice becomes an iron blade, It carves the throne until the lie decays. [Bridge] The mechanical song becomes a blade that cleaves the court, Each note a chisel where the varnish falls short. [Chorus] Sing, nightingale, peel the gilded skin, Your note is acid, your truth a din. [Final] One note remains, and palace armor crumbles into dust.