Lyrics

He walks in, in a suit made of mirrors
Only shows what you want to see
Gold on the walls, rats in the ceiling
Selling every last piece of the dream

Photo-op prayers, teeth like a billboard
Every promise written on sand
Smiles for the cameras, knives for the helpers
Counting every fear in his hands

Hail to the king of the empty throne
Building golden towers over broken bones
Morally bankrupt, but the credit still clears
Half the world’s cheering
While the other half fears
You crowned the con and you call it Christ
But the bill comes due when you roll those dice

Red hat halo, chanting disciples
Chasing shadows on a daytime screen
Grinning as he pockets the offerings
Every lie baptized in a meme

He points at the fire, calls it a sunrise
Says he’s here to make you great
But you’re just a line in his ledger
Just another mark on the slate

(Repeat Chorus)

How many hearts
Did you auction tonight?
How many souls
Signed away their rights?
You can’t cash out
At the end of the world
When all that you own
Is the lie you sold

(Repeat Chorus)