[Verse 1]
Cheap gold halo in a rented room
Smoke in the vents and a chemical bloom
Whole damn act got a showroom grin
Rot in the silk and the fraud tucked in

Black glass shine on a paper throne
Big fake grace in a borrowed tone
Nice clean suit with a graveyard drawl
God, that shit looks breakable

Velvet mouth with a butcher’s charm
Perfume draped on a fire alarm
All that shine, all that staged-up bliss
Still folds quick when the pressure hits

[Lift]
That hush ain’t mercy
That hush means run
That hush got voltage
And a mean cold hum

[Hook]
Stand still
Let the pattern split
Cheap gold flakes off the counterfeit
Stand still
Let the floor confess
All that big-mouth smoke turns to choking mess
Stand still
Let the signal twist
Talk that shit, get buried in it
Stand still
Let the room go strange
Something sick wakes up when the silence breaks

[Verse 2]
Cold blue flicker and a motel psalm
Filth in the cuff and a snake-like calm
Bad luck dressed like a holy sign
Still can’t fake what was born this vile

Rats in the rafters all sniffing fame
Trading names like a casino game
One more smirk and the mask slips hard
One more sip and it all shows through

Mean little gods in a plastic frame
Selling fear with a polished name
Cute trick, real thin, all piss and gloss
Built real high for a house so soft

[Breakdown]
Call it power
Call it class
Call it sacred, call it built to last
Still one shove from a smoking pit
Still one breath from a public split

Call it sharp
Call it tough
Same cheap bastard in better stuff
All crown, no blood, no weight, no sting
Just loud-ass air in a paper ring

[Bridge]
Circle drawn in the engine smoke
Bootprint black where the ceiling broke
No clean ending
No soft retreat
Just bad intent and a fractured beat

Down below, all the wires sing
Mean as hell in the rusted springs
One black note in the concrete throat
Then the whole damn structure starts to choke

[Final Hook]
Stand still
Let the pattern split
Cheap gold flakes off the counterfeit
Stand still
Let the floor confess
All that slick-tongued shit turns to choking mess
Stand still
When the rafters ring
Smoke talks loud when the pressure swings
Stand still
Let the room go strange
Something sick wakes up when the silence breaks

[Outro]
No crown
No grace
Just dust and heat in a ruined place
No charm
No glow
Just the crack in the dark where the real gets shown