“Beneath the Orange Sky”

(Verse 1)

There’s gold on the tower, but blood on the floor,

He builds his empire on the backs of the poor.

Promises rust in the cracks of his crown,

The louder he laughs, the harder we drown.

(Pre-Chorus)

False prophets and liars,

Cling to his name,

But the winds are shifting,

And the world knows his shame.

(Chorus)

Beneath the orange sky,

The broken angels cry.

A king without a name,

Buried by his shame.

Oh, we watched the truth burn dry,

Beneath the orange sky.

(Verse 2)

The mirror is shattered, his mask slipping thin,

A kingdom of mirrors, no soul left within.

Marching through ashes, he smiles at the grave,

Calling it freedom, but he’s still a slave.

(Pre-Chorus)

False prophets and liars,

Cling to his name,

But the winds are howling,

Screaming his blame.

(Chorus)

Beneath the orange sky,

The broken angels cry.

A king without a name,

Buried by his shame.

Oh, we watched the truth burn dry,

Beneath the orange sky.

(Bridge — whispered, haunting)

Whispers in the ruins,

Ghosts that wear his crown,

Lies are heavy chains,

Pulling kingdoms down.

The velvet fades to black,

The thrones are overthrown,

He stands there all alone…

All alone…

(Final Chorus — soaring, defiant)

Beneath the orange sky,

The broken angels cry.

The king has lost his game,

Drowned beneath his shame.

No more will the truth run dry,

Beneath the orange sky…

(Outro — soft, fading)

Beneath the orange sky…

Beneath the orange sky…