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The Throne of Styrofoam (Symphonic Christmas Rock)

What happens when the commercial facade of Christmas cracks? "The Throne of Styrofoam" is a dark, cinematic Symphonic Rock anthem that dives into the mind of a weary mall Santa. Surrounded by plastic ivy and manufactured joy, he sees the holiday for what it has become—until a heartbreaking encounter with a grieving child changes the frequency of the night. Drawing inspiration from the epic storytelling of Trans-Siberian Orchestra, this track blends sweeping orchestral strings, aggressive rhythmic hits, and a shredding neoclassical guitar solo to tell a story of apathy, guilt, and the harsh reality behind the red suit. It tears down the decorations to find the real human emotion underneath. LYRICS The neon lights are buzzing in the cathedral of the mall There is plastic ivy wrapped around the pillars in the hall I am shifting in a velvet chair that smells of cheap cologne A king without a kingdom on a solitary throne The line is winding endlessly with lists of greedy things And no one seems to hear the song the little speaker sings I adjust the heavy beard and I try to force a smile While the parents check their watches and they judge me all the while. They want the box, they want the bow, they want the shiny lie We’re chasing down the shadows while we let the spirit die The snow outside is fake, and the joy is manufactured And the silence of the holy night is violently fractured. Oh, heavy is the head that wears the hat of crimson red We paint the winter silver but the soul inside is dead! It’s a holiday of hollow things, of glitter and of chrome And I am ruling over nothing on a Throne of Styrofoam! Yeah, I’m freezing in the fire on a Throne of Styrofoam. Then a little boy walked up, he didn't have a list He wore a ragged jacket and a bruise upon his wrist I asked him what he wanted, did he want a plane or train? He looked me in the eyes and I could see a thousand years of pain He whispered in my ear, "Santa, I don't want a toy..." "I don't need a video game to bring me any joy..." "They say that you can travel into places no one goes..." "So can you take this letter... to where my Daddy rose?" I felt the plastic cracking on the kingdom I had built! I felt the weight of centuries of apathy and guilt! I couldn't promise miracles, I couldn't raise the dead! I’m just a guy in polyester with a mortgage overhead! He walked away in silence into the crowd of gray And took the only magic that was left inside the day! Oh, heavy is the head that wears the hat of crimson red We paint the winter silver but the soul inside is dead! It’s a holiday of hollow things, of glitter and of chrome And I am ruling over nothing on a Throne of Styrofoam! God help us on this Throne of Styrofoam! The store is closed. The lights go out. And I am... alone. #SymphonicRock #ChristmasRock #ChristmasMusic