BWBB

Little Green House

Your One Way Street

Starchild

Sympathy

CYB3RN3T1C_FL0W3RS

The fire burns again

The Used

The Taste of Ink

A folded paper crown lying on the throne.
Drenched in purity and proudly shown.
Another day goes by, I'm on my own.
It feels lonely, ruling all alone.

Lost in a kingdom made of dimming light.
Dressed in shame but being alright.
Every compliment was gasoline.
Feeding the fire of the machine.
Broken people looked up with awe,
Yet so crowded but still no. Nooo!
You had a life that begged to grow.
You chose to ruin it and let it go.
You wore the shine like honest skin.
Hollow vows, you betrayed your kin.

I folded storms so you could sleep,
Chased the thunder, that made you weep.

How's the Dopamine Throne, when the room goes cold?
Under the varnish was a vacant stare.
All dolled up, but no one there.
You learned the part, you practiced grace.
A mannequin heart and a borrowed face.

Dressed in shame and looking pretty,
Carved under your skin, I need pity.
I learned the language of your storms.
You learned the language of applause.
Every new face a counterfeit gift.
The void screaming make it fit!
All that beauty, all that grace — in vain.
Lost in the hunt for a dopamine gain.
Addicted to power, allergic to truth.
You sold out everything for a moment's proof.

I heard the silence you refused to hear.
You crowned the void and called it dear.

How's the Dopamine Throne, when the room goes cold?
Under the varnish was a vacant stare.
All dolled up, but no one there.
You learned the part, you practiced grace.
A mannequin heart and a borrowed face.

Count the gifts you never saw.
Name the hearts you made a prop.
You fed the hole with strangers praise.
Woke up numb in brighter haze.
So many tears shed — eyes ran dry.
Crown made of vanity to cover a lie.

Betray!!!
Decay!!!

How's the Dopamine Throne, when the room goes cold?
Under the varnish was a vacant stare.
All dolled up, but no one there.
You learned the part, you practiced grace.
A mannequin heart and a borrowed face.
 
Dopamine Throne — does it keep you warm?
Dopamine Throne — how does it feel when the lights are gone?

Tell me how does it feel — ruling a kingdom alone?
Always on your own — from your Dopamine Throne...

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