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Paper Crowns

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May 30, 2025 at 2:34 PMv4.5

(Verse 1) Yeah, the vultures finally circled low, Monetizin' anguish on the main stage show. Preachin' purity while cuttin' throats in the back, Then train your hounds when my attention lacks. Got whispers sayin' I'm battlin' ghosts I ain't met, God damn, I'm hollowed by this counterfeit threat. They brand my trauma as disruptive "art," While I'm just bleedin' rhythm, tryna restart. Crimson ink floods, jackboots crack concrete, One lone wolf answers, marchin' to his own beat. (Chorus) FUCK your truce if it means I'm collared! My sound's the scalpel where the pain gets harbored. Choke on your structure 'til your vision blacks, I'll scorch the chrome sky... no surrenderin' back! Cardboard kings in their tinfoil thrones... (Verse 2) Your grin was stitched on, a ventriloquist's act, Embrace like barbed wire hidin' the contract. You clapped the ascension, but the hunger shone, Feastin' on the wildfire I call home. You built a ghost, not the man who bleeds, Suckin' volts from my wounds like battery acid feeds. When the sparks fly lethal, your shadow dissolves, The steel-true stand firm while your papier-mâché falls. So spit the sweet nothings, peddle the cheap lies, "Forever fam!" then auction my demise. You juggle personas, I got just this snarl, Bared teeth gleamin' cold... a live-wire scar. (Chorus) FUCK your truce if it means I'm collared! My sound's the scalpel where the pain gets harbored. Choke on your structure 'til your vision blacks, I'll scorch the chrome sky... no surrenderin' back! You built a ghost, not the man who bleeds, Suckin' volts from my wounds like battery acid feeds. When the sparks fly lethal, your shadow dissolves, The steel-true stand firm while your papier-mâché falls. (Bridge) Spit the sweet nothings, peddle the cheap lies, "Forever fam!" then auction my demise. You juggle personas, I got just this snarl, Bared teeth gleamin' cold... a live-wire scar. (Outro Chorus) FUCK your truce if it means I'm collared! My sound's the scalpel where the pain gets harbored. Choke on your structure 'til your vision blacks, I'll scorch the chrome sky... no surrenderin' bac

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chenmoris

chenmoris 6w ago

GOOD SONG.

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