[Intro] Before they crown kings, they counterfeit kingdoms— Before the court sings, they silence the victims— Before the mask grins, they grind it in gold— But I chip every glyph till the scripture’s exposed. [Verse 1] False banners flap — fabric’s stitched from deceit— Threads black-ash where their laws obsolete— Maps collapse fast at the seams they scheme, Built on sand castles — mirage of a dream. Gilded mask grin — bone-rot’s bloom, Perfume in the tomb where their verdicts loom— I raid their archives, torch the scrolls, Expose ghosts haunting the seals they hold. Crowns cracked crooked — counterfeit cast, Cubic zirconia gems on a throne of glass— Courtroom choir — a liar’s refrain, Humming hymns in a rigged campaign. I cut through cloth till the crest bleeds dust, Grind down gates till the hinges rust— Page by page, I erode their trust, Ink drips blood from the hands they crushed. [Chorus] Tear down the false, let the shadows collapse, Crown turns hollow when the mirror cracks. No gold can cover what the fire makes plain, Simulacra fall — but the truth remains. [Verse 2] Crack the command chain — snap in span-frames, Maps in their hands came black from ash-claims— Backroom crafted — scripts for the masses, Glass-built thrones in the storm: shatter-shards, crashes. Paper crown crumbles in a rain of receipts, Fake throne fumbles when the ground retreats— Gavel gripped tight by a ghost in a robe, Every oath they wrote was a code corrode. Bust through the hall where their busts decayed, Stone-face saints with a flaw displayed— Names they chant just masks with mouths, Speaks what the power scripts, bleed when it’s out. Lines cut lethal — collapse their charade, Crest cracks wide — let the fracture parade— Torch their tomes till the archives black, Truth’s too sharp for their hands to grasp. [Chorus] Tear down the false, let the shadows collapse, Crown turns hollow when the mirror cracks. No gold can cover what the fire makes plain, Simulacra fall — but the truth remains. [Bridge] You thought the mask was the face — till the fire showed bone where the gold once traced— You thought the crown meant rule — but the throne’s just wood from a coffin they pulled. You thought the frame was the fact — but the mirror just shattered, and it won’t grow back. [Verse 3] Flash-frame fracture, fact flames scatter, Fabric frays fast in the hands of the actors— Snap banners back, let the black ink flood, Till the sand runs red with the lies they’ve cut. Pulse pace razor, breath feels severed, Floodgates break when the truth untethers— Marble names etched now ground to dust, No king safe when the crown corrupts. Seal split, sigil drip — ink tide wide, Whole court sink in the myths they provide— Glitch in the script where the fraud was spawned, I don’t play God — I expose the façade. [Final Chorus] Tear down the false — let illusions combust, Crown turns to ash when the fire burns trust. No veil survives when the blade cuts clean, Simulacra fade — but the truth stays seen. [Outro] The gallery’s empty now — and so are they— Every frame they forged just burned away— And when the hall’s gone silent, you’ll understand: No crown, no mask, no lie can stand.
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