Магазин песен

[Вступление]

The courthouse clock cuts through the rain
A cold steel promise, a borrowed name
Boots on the marble, eyes turned away
Someone paid for the truth today

[Куплет 1]

Red file stamped on a desk at dawn
Three missing pages, one witness gone
A black sedan by the river wall
No fingerprints, no call at all
The judge reads numbers, the crowd stays still
A polished smile hides a sharpened will
Behind the badge, behind the door
A hungry hand keeps asking for more

[Предприпев]

You built your kingdom out of fear
But every locked door lets guilt draw near

[Припев]

Crime has a crown made of rust and bone
It rules the weak from a borrowed throne
You can bury the proof, you can silence the flame
But the dead keep marching through your name
Crime has a crown, and the crown cuts deep
No crooked promise can murder sleep
When the walls come down and the sirens call
The highest throne is the first to fall

[Куплет 2]

A mother waits with a photograph
A brother swears he will make them answer back
The city feeds on a dealer's lie
While honest hands watch the seasons die
Coins change pockets beneath the table
Truth gets chained when the rich are able
But in the dark, one voice breaks free
A single spark against the machine

[Предприпев]

You bought the silence, you bought the law
Now hear the footsteps outside your door

[Припев]

Crime has a crown made of rust and bone
It rules the weak from a borrowed throne
You can bury the proof, you can silence the flame
But the dead keep marching through your name
Crime has a crown, and the crown cuts deep
No crooked promise can murder sleep
When the walls come down and the sirens call
The highest throne is the first to fall

[Связка]

No more deals in the basement
No more blood beneath the seal
Every scar becomes a statement
Every wound refuses to heal
[Breakdown]
Name the guilty!
Open the gate!
Count the bodies!
Measure the weight!
[Final Chorus]
Crime has a crown made of rust and bone
Now it cracks beneath the stones
You can burn the files, you can rewrite the blame
But the dead keep marching through your name
Crime has a crown, but the crown is ash
Every empire built on fear will crash
When the walls come down and the sirens call
The highest throne is the first to fall
[Outro]
The courthouse clock strikes five again
Truth walks in where the lies have been