The Throne

[Intro — dark bass / restrained drums]
[Verse 1 — Male vocal]
He came with promises in the morning,
said he knew what people needed.
After years of empty speeches,
a simple answer sounded good.
The newspapers grew quieter.
Questions disappeared from view.
Doors that once stood open
slowly learned to close.
[Chorus]
There is a throne above the city,
and someone wants to own the sky.
But a throne is built on silence,
and fear can hold it for a while.
No man was born above another.
No flag can make a life its own.
The higher that the throne is rising,
the more it needs us looking down.
[Instrumental — reggae groove / oud]
[Verse 2]
A woman keeps a photograph
hidden underneath her coat.
A student fills a notebook
with questions he is scared to show.
A father tells his son,
“Be careful what you say.”
And somewhere far away,
someone says, “It couldn't happen here.”
[Female vocal]
How long can silence protect you?
[Male vocal]
Until silence becomes the law.
[Instrumental — bass / guitar / oud]
[Bridge — stripped down]
Power forgets the hands that gave it.
It forgets the streets below.
A nation is more than one man's voice.
A flag is not a family name.
[Verse 3]
So let the questions fill the papers.
Let the frightened find their voice.
Let disagreement stay disagreement
before we turn it into war.
A door can close a thousand times,
but someone can still knock.
[Final Chorus]
There is a throne above the city,
and someone wants to own the sky.
But a throne is built on silence,
and fear can hold it for a while.
No man was born above another.
No flag can make a life its own.
[Outro — bass remains]
The throne remains.
For now.