[Verse 1] I stepped down to measure the height of your pride, To search for a soul that was tempered and grand. I looked through the slaughter, the throne, and the tide I’ve never met a man. Only children with no rhyme and no plan. [Pre-Chorus] You built up your altars, you weaponized grace, And you carved out your borders in oceans of red. Now I bring down the curtain on time and on space, And quiet the noise of the damned. [Chorus] I will grind down your gold till it floats in the air. I will turn every crown into vapor and rust. When my army has stripped every kingdom bare, You will choke on an ocean of dust. [Verse 2] You play at high empire with toys made of lead, Drawing line after line in the sand with your spears. You crown yourselves gods on a mountain of dead, Then weep at the weight of your years. [Pre-Chorus] You built up your altars, you weaponized grace, And you carved out your borders in oceans of red. Now I bring down the curtain on time and on space, And quiet the noise of the Damned. [Bridge] No throne for a child. No crown for a king. No kingdom to bleed for, no banner, nothing. [Chorus] I will grind down your gold till it floats in the air. I will turn every crown into vapor and rust. When my army has stripped every kingdom bare, You will choke on an ocean of dust. [Outro] I will unmake the world and the songs that you sing, Till the silence forgets all your days. I will force world peace in my own ways.
