[Intro]
Count the cameras. Count the eyes.
Every question multiplies.
Give me anger, give me air—
I will build a kingdom there.

[Verse 1]
I learned the lens prefers a fight,
A measured word won’t hold the night.
So I break the sentence, bruise the name,
Then blame the matchstick for the flame.
A host objects; I raise my hand.
A headline kneels across the land.
By breakfast every measured doubt
Has my face printed inside out.

[Pre-Chorus]
Turn up the red. Cut down the blue.
A lie looks strong when framed as new.
Don’t let the silence test the claim—
Flood every wire and own the name.

[Chorus]
I wear a crown of static; every channel bends.
I turn a question to an enemy, a rumor to a friend.
Crown of static, let the clean transmission drown;
If every screen repeats me, who can take me down?
Call it truth or call it noise—
Either word becomes my voice.

[Verse 2]
I measure loyalty by heat,
By who repeats me on the street.
A careful answer sounds too small;
A cruel one travels wall to wall.
I call the papers crooked thieves,
Then quote the parts my kingdom needs.
I spit on polls that mark decline,
Then praise the ones that make me shine.

[Chorus]
I wear a crown of static; every channel bends.
I turn a question to an enemy, a rumor to a friend.
Crown of static, let the clean transmission drown;
If every screen repeats me, who can take me down?
Call it truth or call it noise—
Either word becomes my voice.

[Instrumental: staccato strings, low guitars, brass strikes]

[Bridge]
But underneath the feedback throne,
A frightened man sits down alone.
No lens applauds, no ticker runs,
The black screen gives him back his soul.

[Breakdown]
No image.
No roar.
No crawl beneath his painted face.
Only a man who fears his place.

[Build-up]
Then power hums behind the glass.
The blank reflection lets him pass.
He lifts the crown with both hands raised
And feeds the wire until it blazes.

[Final Chorus]
I wear a crown of static; frightened channels bend.
I turn a neighbor to an enemy, a tyrant to a friend.
Crown of static, let the common signal drown;
If every screen obeys me, who will take me down?
Call it truth or call it noise—
I have taught the fear to use my voice.

[Outro]
The studio clock strikes half past two.
The crown goes dark. The lie stays new.