[Lyrics]

A gift from God, a right to reign,
Born to rule, no need for brains.
A relic of madness, a past now dead,
Yet nobility lingers, a crown on their heads.
The law decreed that all are free,
Yet still, they hold their place.

Spit on the ones who sleep on the street,
Bow to the king in his lavish seat.
Nobility denied, yet still it remains,
Rebranded as “symbol,” deception remains.
A golden cage, a life decreed.
They are but mortals, flesh and bone,
Stand on their own, they’re on their own.

We cry for justice, we claim our rights,
Equality stands in the people's might.
Yet kings persist, the class divide,
A hollow emblem, wealth supplied.
A sacred relic, untouchable creed,
Tradition persists, and still, they feed.

Spit on the ones who sleep on the street,
Bow to the king in his lavish seat.
Nobility denied, yet still it remains,
Rebranded as “symbol,” deception remains.
A golden cage, a life decreed.
They are but mortals, flesh and bone,
Stand on their own, they’re on their own.

A task undone, a lesson ignored,
A relic left by Japanese hands.
The Emperor—once doomed, yet saved by hands,
Yet still untouched, yet still they stand.
To question is crime, to doubt is sin,
A dynasty wrapped in sacred skin.
Tax-funded shrine, a price we pay,
For a throne that should have faded away!

Spit on the ones who sleep on the street,
Bow to the king in his lavish seat.
Nobility denied, yet still it remains,
Rebranded as “symbol,” deception remains.
A golden cage, a life decreed.
They are but mortals, flesh and bone,
Stand on their own, they’re on their own.

France rose up, the people fought,
They burned the crown, yet chaos wrought.
Still, from the flames, they seized their fate,
For symbols of power should never dictate.
A flag of gold, a throne of lies,
While the weak are crushed before their eyes.

Spit on the ones who sleep on the street,
Bow to the king in his lavish seat.
Nobility denied, yet still it remains,
Rebranded as “symbol,” deception remains.
A golden cage, a life decreed.
They are but mortals, flesh and bone,
Stand on their own, they’re on their own!

Wisdom-Age End

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Send them to the guillotine!

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