The Elected King

Verse
We built this place on hope and stone,
Stacked it high, a house, a home.
We chose you not for crown or ring,
But you made yourself the Elected King.
And in your shadow, the rivers dried,
The dreams we sowed turned dust in time.
Oh, you smiled, but your hands were cold,
Trading futures for bars of gold.

Pre-Chorus
And the stories they'll tell,
Of a man who fell,
Not from grace, but from greed,
A legacy we never need.

Chorus:
Oh, Elected King, the throne you stole,
We never wanted a heart so cold.
You burned the fields, you broke the land,
You ruled the weak with an iron hand.
And what took centuries to rise and stand,
You tore apart in a decade's span.
Elected King, your name won't fade,
A monument to the mess you made.

Verse
The streets once sang, the markets roared,
But now they're silenced, can't afford.
You held the key, you shut the gates,
And left us begging to twist our fate.
Oh, the children stare with hollow eyes,
The skies are empty where dreams should fly.
You stole their chance, you robbed their youth,
And now we're haunted by the bitter truth.

Pre-Chorus
And the pages will tell,
Of the rise and the hell,
Of a king we didn't need,
With a crown of avarice and greed.

Chorus
Oh, Elected King, the throne you stole,
We never wanted a heart so cold.
You burned the fields, you broke the land,
You ruled the weak with an iron hand.
And what took centuries to rise and stand,
You tore apart in a decade's span.
Elected King, your name won't fade,
A monument to the mess you made.

Bridge
You wanted songs, you wanted praise,
But all you'll hear are curses raised.
The ruins speak, the wind will cry,
Of a king who let his people die.
You thought your power carved in stone,
But we’ll reclaim what we once owned.

Chorus
Oh, Elected King, the throne you stole,
We never wanted a heart so cold.
You burned the fields, you broke the land,
You ruled the weak with an iron hand.
And what took centuries to rise and stand,
You tore apart in a decade's span.
Elected King, your name won't fade,
A monument to the mess you made.

Outro
And the towers fall, the bridges creak,
But the voices rise, the people speak.
We’ll build again from ash and pain,
And never let a king remain.
Oh, Elected King, the lessons stay,
Your shadow fades, but not the day.