Fake GLORY

VERSE 1

My value is not good enough for you,

you want nothing from my myth,

and you hate that the truth inside me

is raging, breaking through.

I call you,

you hate that I notice everything…

and you’re fed up.

Because you created a trend,

you became fake,

where in theory everyone loves you.

And people accept you easier

if you follow them,

mouth shut, nodding your head:

he heeee… hee he…

they love you…

PRE-HOOK

But you’ll never be unique,

because you have to blend in.

Because inside your body

the fake equality chip is planted.

Eyes closed,

AI chip loading,

baby candy, childish,

hey, alan…

so you accept it better,

or what?

HOOK / CHORUS (AGGRESSIVE – REPEATABLE)x2

A trend for the sake of acceptance,

a trend where most people believe

that someone is listening to them.

A trend where you still remain an empty space,

a system where real values don’t matter.

A trend with no truth inside,

fake glory lights spinning around,

but the sound in my ears is a scream,

a false melody with no soul,

because even the lyrics are soulless!

VERSE 2

And because you never say it out loud,

crowds cheer in silence,

but what you do

remains fake anyway.

Celebrate yourself,

but when you step on stage

and you’re not wanted,

Armageddon will be your name.

I know for you it means the end of the world,

but it’s only the mask

falling off your face.

Power is handed to

powerless, burden-carrying psychopaths,

whose greed drives a dagger

straight into the soul.

Life doesn’t matter,

the soul doesn’t matter,

you even forbid

being reborn again.

BREAK / DROP

You’d play God instead of God,

but this world is not yours.

Here the spell won’t work,

because what comes from above

is far stronger!

Yeah—yeah.

Now you sit down.

Look:

Mother Earth takes

your hands and your feet,

binding you

in your red velvet chair.

Aha… yeah… aha…

see? you fade green…

you would only destroy,

but look how powerful—

oops…

VERSE 3 (AGGRESSIVE CLOSING)

Your ego is stroking you,

power or glittering shine.

Uh, maybe you think

you’re important to someone…

No, no, no, no—

you just think so.

Ego madness,

your mirror is distorted.

If I were you,

I’d smash it with my fist…

yeah—

max out,

for Armageddon

the soul will scream!

HOOK / CHORUS (REPEAT x2 – FULL ENERGY)

A trend for the sake of acceptance…