Thrones Made Of Paper

Smoke in the stairwell

Names on the table

We pray with our eyes open

Hands still unstable

Bills in a rubber band

Blood on a borrowed gun

He said

"Pick a side

Kid"

I was barely twenty-one

Turned friends into rivals

Just to feel tall

We built tiny kingdoms

Knowing they could fall

All this money

All these scars

Thrones made of paper in stolen cars

We scream war

War

War

Like we talking to God

But God don’t answer

When we play that part

All this money

All these scars

Thrones made of paper

Thrones made of paper

Mama lit a candle

Name on her tongue

I was out counting favors

Owed to the wrong ones

Sirens like choirs

Singing off-key

Wonder if heaven

Still got a place for me

[whispered vocals] We ain’t kings

We just scared boys

Hiding in the noise

Hiding in the noise

If I drop my pride for a minute

Would You hear my voice

Hear my voice?