[Intro]
Applause sign blinks, the cameras roll
A polished grin with a conquered soul
No crown, no sword, no battlefield mud
Just studio lights and a thirst for blood

[Verse]
He walks in clean with a microphone smile
Calls theft a vision and makes it worthwhile
Says strength is mercy, says fear is law
Says history cheers when the borders redraw
The crowd laughs loud at the cruelest line
The ticker below says the market is fine
She sits in the back with a recorder on
Hearing an empire in a tailored con

[Pre-Chorus]
He does not shout
He does not need
He sells the wound
And calls it speed

[Chorus]
Empire in a suit, empire with a tie
Empire says it loves you while it bleeds you dry
Empire in a suit, empire on the screen
Washes every crime until the language sounds clean
No crown on his head, no dirt on his shoes
Just a hungry little kingdom with a prime-time view

[Verse]
He points at islands like they’re vacant rooms
Turns living coastlines into future fumes
Talks about leverage, talks about gain
Never says children, never says pain
In the hallway donors shake his hand
Like vultures dressed up as a rescue plan
She writes one sentence, black and small
The empire laughs before the fall

[Pre-Chorus]
He names it peace
He means control
He sells the border
And buys the soul

[Chorus]
Empire in a suit, empire with a tie
Empire says it loves you while it bleeds you dry
Empire in a suit, empire on the screen
Washes every crime until the language sounds clean
No crown on his head, no dirt on his shoes
Just a hungry little kingdom with a prime-time view

[Interlude]
Smile for the camera
Smile for the deal
Smile while the city
Learns how wounds feel

[Bridge]
When power gets bored it invents a frontier
When greed feels small it manufactures fear
When history stinks they spray it with gold
And call every corpse a story retold
But outside the studio the sirens bite
The people chant names into electric night
And every clean lie in a rich man’s mouth
Gets dragged through the rain as the streets head south

[Breakdown]
No crown
No claim
No throne
No name

[Build-up]
No crown
No claim
No throne
No name
Your empire shrinks
When people rise
Your mirror cracks
Your kingdom lies

[Chorus]
Empire in a suit, empire with a tie
Empire says it loves you while it bleeds you dry
Empire in a suit, empire on the screen
Washes every crime until the language sounds clean
No crown on his head, no dirt on his shoes
Just a hungry little kingdom with a prime-time view

[Outro]
Applause sign dies, the signal bends
The host says thanks, the broadcast ends
But out in the rain where the poor still stand
No suit can own the people’s land