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PLASTIC CROWN by Veil They called it peace… I called it a cage. Silver tongues dripping holy venom Scripture twisted into reality You sell fear in golden sermons While the city drowns in flames Shepherds feeding on the faithful Wolves wrapped in sacred white Every halo’s wired with power Every prayer a staged spotlight Mark their words Mark their hands Mark the hunger they command Hear the trumpets — not for heaven But collapse across the land Plastic crown — melt it down False king choking on the sound Seven seals are breaking now Watch your empire hit the ground No more saints in your parade No more faith for you to trade You built your throne on hollow ground — Plastic crown. Plastic crown. Babylon behind a pulpit Neon scripture on a screen Promise glory, harvest silence Keep the masses in between You brand our skin with quiet terror Call it destiny, divine But the beast is fire — It’s a face that looks like mine and disguises itself in the middle Kneel in rows Bite your tongue Swallow every poisoned one Hear the sirens — not redemption Just the war you’ve just begun Plastic crown — melt it down False king choking on the sound Seven trumpets screaming loud Ashes falling like a shroud No more prophets dressed in gold No more lies we’re bought and sold Your revelation’s just control — Plastic crown. Plastic crown. Kneel. Obey. Consume. The beast wears a borrowed face But the lamb was indeed divine. You never ruled — We were afraid. Plastic crown — watch it crack See the plastic burning black No apocalypse to fear — Just the truth we finally hear Let the trumpets sound the end Of the god you can’t flee Your kingdom falls without a sound — Plastic. Crown.