[Intro]
Feet on the pavement, rain in the wires
Voices rising from a thousand fires
No one is coming with a golden word
Only the people who refuse to be unheard

[Verse]
She comes home older than the day she left
With a bag full of notebooks and a chest full of theft
Not theft she committed, but theft she had seen
In every clean office and every war screen
A child in the north, a singer at night
A worker without pay, a harbor in flight
A border of wire, a market of flame
Different streets, but the hunger the same

[Pre-Chorus]
She plays the tapes
And the room goes still
Every small voice
Becomes a will

[Chorus]
No Empires Left to Burn, no kingdoms left to feed
No more stolen borders for a rich man’s need
No Empires Left to Burn, no throne above the street
Only tired people standing on their feet
We are not your map, we are not your prize
We are the earth with open eyes

[Verse]
There is no savior in a perfect coat
No single flag, no holy vote
Just hands in the rain and a chant in the square
Just ordinary breath in polluted air
A nurse from the east, a dockworker’s son
A teacher who stayed when the soldiers had come
A fisherman, a mother, a kid with a drum
All saying no to what empires become

[Pre-Chorus]
No crown can hold
What the people know
Every empire
Falls from below

[Chorus]
No Empires Left to Burn, no kingdoms left to feed
No more stolen borders for a rich man’s need
No Empires Left to Burn, no throne above the street
Only tired people standing on their feet
We are not your map, we are not your prize
We are the earth with open eyes

[Interlude]
From the islands
From the snow
From the checkpoints
From below
From the factories
From the shore
We are many
We are more

[Bridge]
She does not write an ending clean
There is too much blood in the machine
She does not call it victory
The wounded world is not yet free
But in the square where the loud drums roll
No power can purchase a common soul
And every voice in the evening rain
Turns grief into rhythm and fear into name

[Breakdown]
No throne
No chain
No crown
No claim
No throne
No chain
No crown
No claim

[Build-up]
No throne
No chain
No crown
No claim
No map
No deal
No king
No steel
No throne
No chain
No crown
No claim
The people remain
The people remain

[Chorus]
No Empires Left to Burn, no kingdoms left to feed
No more stolen borders for a rich man’s need
No Empires Left to Burn, no throne above the street
Only tired people standing on their feet
We are not your map, we are not your prize
We are the earth with open eyes

[Chorus]
No Empires Left to Burn, no kingdoms left to feed
No more stolen borders for a rich man’s need
No Empires Left to Burn, no throne above the street
Only tired people standing on their feet
We are not your map, we are not your prize
We are the earth with open eyes

[Outro]
Feet on the pavement, rain in the wires
Voices rising from a thousand fires
No hero, no master, no empire’s return
Only the people with nothing left to burn
Only the people with nothing left to burn
Only the people with nothing left to burn