Verse 1
You wear your guilt like a crown of thorns
Preach decay from your velvet throne
Plastic soul in a rusted frame
Every word’s a counterfeit flame
Pre-Chorus
You scream “I care” with a dead-eyed stare
But your empathy’s just warfare
Chorus
Total waste of a human shell
Built for lies, born to sell
You’re a walking brand of shame
No heart, no name, just blame
Verse 2
You tattoo virtue on your skin
But your blood runs cold with sin
A puppet strung by hollow praise
Dancing through your moral haze
Bridge
Lightning cracks through your empty chest
No pulse, no fight, no unrest
We see through your paper disguise
You’re the cult leader in compromise
Breakdown
Fists up—this is the reckoning
No gods, no kings, no flattering
We spit on your throne of glass
You’re the future we’ll never let pass
Final Chorus
Total waste of a human form
A parasite dressed up as norm
We’ll burn your script, tear down your stage
And write our truth in fists and rage