[Intro]

[Verse]
Crimson curtains rise in halls of polished stone
Where gilded phrases echo, seeds of discord sown
Each title a decree, a mask of empty might
We gather in this theater, bathed in sterile light

[Pre-Chorus]
The agendas gleam like swords, unsheathed for show
But the battle's long since lost, before the first words flow
A ritual of words, a dance of hollow pride
Where meaningful endeavors quietly go to die

[Chorus]
Welcome to the Empire, built on endless talk
Where strategy's a phantom, and true progress cannot walk
The choir of approval, a symphony of dread
Beneath the weight of titles, the living are as dead

[Verse]
They speak of synergy, of visions grand and vast
But every polished sentence is a chain that's meant to last
We trace the lines of power, a labyrinth of lies
While ambition withers, beneath indifferent eyes

[Pre-Chorus]
The minutes tick like heartbeats, a slow and steady toll
Each concession a surrender, a sacrifice of soul
A pantomime of purpose, a stage for their facade
In this grand, decaying opera, we are but the serfs of God

[Chorus]
Welcome to the Empire, built on endless talk
Where strategy's a phantom, and true progress cannot walk
The choir of approval, a symphony of dread
Beneath the weight of titles, the living are as dead

[Bridge]
Authority's cold gaze, a viper in the room
Each question a betrayal, sealing our impending doom
The air grows thick with venom, the farce begins to fray
We choke on empty promises, with no escape today

[Build-up]

[Chorus]
Welcome to the Empire, built on endless talk
Where strategy's a phantom, and true progress cannot walk
The choir of approval, a symphony of dread
Beneath the weight of titles, the living are as dead

[Outro]