War Lord
Yeah. They call it a throne... feels more like a cage. Heavy is the head, right? War Lord. Look, I got a kingdom built on ghosts and some hollow shells Trading pieces of my soul just to bypass hell Got a frontline of soldiers that’ll die on a whim But I’m the one drowning while I’m teaching 'em swim I see the maps on the table, I see the lines in red But all I see is the faces of the brothers I led To a grave in the mud, for a crown made of thorns I’m a king in the night, but I’m broken by morn’ Yeah, the gold is all shiny, the banners they wave But I’m just a curator of a glorified grave. I’m the War Lord, sitting on a mountain of lead Counting all the blessings while I’m mourning the dead The victory is bitter, the champagne is cold I’m selling out my heart for a story untold Heavy is the metal, heavy is the pride Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide I won the war, yeah, I finished the fight But I’m losing my mind in the middle of the night. I got medals on my chest covering the bullet holes Staring at the ceiling, yeah, it’s taking its toll My mother doesn't know me, my daughter’s afraid Of the shadow of the man that the wreckage has made I’m tactical, cold, I’m the ghost in the machine But I’m screaming underwater where it can’t be seen Every bridge that I burned was a path to the peak Now the air is so thin and the spirit is weak They cheer for the victor, they bow to the name But they don’t feel the heat when you live in the flame. I’m the War Lord, sitting on a mountain of lead Counting all the blessings while I’m mourning the dead The victory is bitter, the champagne is cold I’m selling out my heart for a story untold Heavy is the metal, heavy is the pride Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide I won the war, yeah, I finished the fight But I’m losing my mind in the middle of the night. The silence is the loudest part. No more orders to give. No more lives to spend. Just me... and the wreckage.
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Yeah. They call it a throne... feels more like a cage. Heavy is the head, right? War Lord. Look, I got a kingdom built on ghosts and some hollow shells Trading pieces of my soul just to bypass hell Got a frontline of soldiers that’ll die on a whim But I’m the one drowning while I’m teaching 'em swim I see the maps on the table, I see the lines in red But all I see is the faces of the brothers I led To a grave in the mud, for a crown made of thorns I’m a king in the night, but I’m broken by morn’ Yeah, the gold is all shiny, the banners they wave But I’m just a curator of a glorified grave. I’m the War Lord, sitting on a mountain of lead Counting all the blessings while I’m mourning the dead The victory is bitter, the champagne is cold I’m selling out my heart for a story untold Heavy is the metal, heavy is the pride Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide I won the war, yeah, I finished the fight But I’m losing my mind in the middle of the night. I got medals on my chest covering the bullet holes Staring at the ceiling, yeah, it’s taking its toll My mother doesn't know me, my daughter’s afraid Of the shadow of the man that the wreckage has made I’m tactical, cold, I’m the ghost in the machine But I’m screaming underwater where it can’t be seen Every bridge that I burned was a path to the peak Now the air is so thin and the spirit is weak They cheer for the victor, they bow to the name But they don’t feel the heat when you live in the flame. I’m the War Lord, sitting on a mountain of lead Counting all the blessings while I’m mourning the dead The victory is bitter, the champagne is cold I’m selling out my heart for a story untold Heavy is the metal, heavy is the pride Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide I won the war, yeah, I finished the fight But I’m losing my mind in the middle of the night. The silence is the loudest part. No more orders to give. No more lives to spend. Just me... and the wreckage.