[Verse 1]
I got a throne made of broken barstools
Crown of cigarette burns and yesterday’s rules
Rulin’ this dive where the neon’s half-dead
Screamin’ at shadows that live in my head
Every handshake’s a knife in the ribs
Every promise just another bad fib
I drink like a lord, puke like a clown
Still wear the smirk when the whole room burns down
[Chorus]
I’m livin’ like a king on a mattress of lies!
Blood on the carpet and fire in my eyes!
No screen, no signal, just sweat and raw spite!
King of the wreckage—fuck your polite!
[Verse 2]
Got a court full of drunks and one-eyed regrets
Jesters with switchblades, queens placing bets
They toast to my ruin, I laugh in their face
Spit in the chalice, then fall on my grace
The mirror’s a fistfight I lost long ago
Reflection keeps bleedin’ wherever I go
But I stand in the piss-stink and howl at the moon
‘Cause a king without power still howls like a loon
[Chorus]
I’m livin’ like a king on a mattress of lies!
Scars for my scepter, truth for my vice!
No likes, no followers, just venom and fight!
King of the gutter—still burnin’ tonight!
[Bridge – slower, spoken-snarled, building]
You want the real crown?
It’s heavy.
It stinks of copper and shame.
It don’t shine.
It cuts.
And once you wear it…
you never take it off.
[Guitar solo – ugly, bends that sound like screams, feedback like a dying amp]
[Final Chorus – full throttle, voices cracking]
Livin’ like a king! (In a grave of my lies!)
Livin’ like a king! (With the devil’s own eyes!)
No throne but the floor where the real ones die!
King of the nothin’—still refusin’ to cry!
KING OF THE FUCKIN’ LIES!!!
*(last chord hangs forever, cymbal choked, mic feedback eating the room)*
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