Lyric

Fake smiles flood this neon street

Truth’s buried six feet under the beat

You sell your soul for filtered fame

A pixel mask, a plastic name

Your dance is fire — but none your own

You beg for likes to feel alone

I see through glass, I see through smoke

No fame for sale — I never broke

City of fakes — your crown’s a lie

You walk on stars, but dreams all die

Burn your throne with screaming pride

I ride the truth, won’t step aside!

You sip champagne from paper cups

Sing lullabies to cover ups

You wore your fame like stolen gold

But echoes scream when truth is cold

No filter bright enough to hide

I’ll sing your shame — wide open-eyed

City of fakes — your crown’s a lie

You walk on stars, but dreams all die

Burn your throne with screaming pride

I ride the truth, won’t step aside!

Billboard gods and shopping saints

Spray-paint halos, hollow saints

I won’t be branded, tamed, or named

This voice breaks glass — not played or framed

My fire’s raw, uncut and mean

No neon veil — I scorch the screen

City of fakes — your crown’s a lie

You walk on stars, but dreams all die

Burn your throne with screaming pride

I ride the truth, won’t step aside!

City of fakes — I sing you dead

This voice won’t fade — it screams ahead!

City lights…

Choke on your lies…

I’m still loud