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[Verse 1]
Concrete kingdoms rise in frames of glass and wire,
Built on borrowed faith and secondhand desire.
Paper lions grin with inked and painted teeth,
Roaring just loud enough to hide the rot beneath.
Digital ash drifts through the neon haze,
Every thought reduced to bytes we praise.
We kneel before the altar of a fleeting glow,
Praying to gods we’ll never truly know.
[Pre-Chorus]
The screens ignite our vacant sight,
A thousand suns that give no light.
[Chorus 1]
Plastic thrones
We rule alone
A hollow crown
Turned upside down
Plastic thrones
We shape our moan
[Verse 2]
Echo chambers pulse with rehearsed replies,
Truth grows thin beneath algorithmic skies.
A whisper travels through a fractured line,
Distorted by the need to monetize.
Mirrors shatter with every passing swipe,
Identity edited, filtered, typed.
Another headline bleeds, then disappears,
Replaced by something louder, fed by fear.
[Bridge]
The signal’s sharp, the message frays,
Meaning lost in sponsored praise.
We sell tomorrow to relive the past,
Chasing moments that were never meant to last.
Souls reduced to metrics, hearts to flame,
Just serialized ghosts in a coded game.
[Chorus 2]
Plastic thrones
Made of bone and chrome
Crowns of breath
We hold till death
Plastic thrones
We disappear at home

Fast haunting atmospheric post-punk grit with gothic rock, reverb-drenched guitars, low male voice, deep bass male