
[Verse 1]
Dust on the marble, sunlight in her veins
Blinding reflection—empire in the sand
Hands like a monarch, fate bends as she claims
Every mountain's promise, poured from golden hands
Longing burns brighter than mid…
this is actually fire though. I never thought I'd come acros…
anybody say cheese..?
It's me!!!!(☆▽☆)
this is so peak bro wattahelly😭
