[Verse 1]
Gold teeth
Paper crown
You speak
They kneel
Whole world bows down
Blue check
New god
You sell them doubt
Like a sacred law
You post the pain
Then you sell the cure
Turn every bruise
To a branded tour
[Chorus]
Who put the mirror on the throne? (on the throne)
Crowds chant a name but they don’t know
You built a castle out of every phone
Ego so loud
You can’t hear “no”
Power cuts both ways when it gets too close
Who put the mirror on the throne?
[Verse 2]
They love you
Till they load the gun
One wrong word
And the feed goes numb
You pray to stats
Like a secret saint
But the higher you climb
The more you faint
I see my face
In your shining glass
If I had that crown
Would I really pass?
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I’m scared of the part of me
That wants that stage
That wants that seat
Would I share the mic
Or would I run the scene?
I talk about the emperors
But would I wear invisible fur?
Am I calling you out
Or calling my turn? [whispered vocals] “my turn
My turn”
[Chorus]