Hyperion Echo - Ashes On The Throne I

Lyrics by Hyperion Echo Music made with Suno Art by DALL•E Ashes On The Throne I [Intro] Whole city on mute and my heartbeat’s the hi-hat, crown feel heavy like a secret I can’t buy back. You wanted kings, now you’re staring at a ghost, I got everything I wanted and I hate it the most. [Verse 1] I climbed from the gutter with a pocket full of bad bets, every “no” a landmine, every setback a dead friend. Turned doubt into ammo, turned fear into caffeine, turned nights in the shadows to a sick little black dream. I was hungry, no halo, just hell in my torso, writing death threats to fate in a broke-ass notebook. Every door slammed, I broke locks with my teeth, left pieces of myself on the stairs underneath. Now I’m here on the throne made of unpaid debts, burnt bridges in the mortar, bloody handprints set. All the snakes that I stepped on still coil in my head, I got a crown on my skull and a war in my chest. You see the gold, I see ghosts in the reflection, you see a king, I see a fucked-up collection of “had to,” “sorry,” “someone had to go,” and every single one is carved into the stone. [Pre-Chorus] Heavy is the crown when it’s welded to the bone, when the only thing you rule is the wreckage you own. You call it elevation, I call it being alone, sitting in the smoke with these ashes on the throne. [Hook] Ashes on the throne, yeah, I bled for this seat, now the whole damn kingdom feels dead at my feet. You cheer for the crown but you don’t even know, everything I lost just to put on this show. Ashes on the throne, no way back home, I won the game and I broke my soul. You want that power? Careful what you wish for, I’m the king of nothing with a crown you’d kill for. [Verse 2] I got scars on my name like a custom design, every one a little contract that I signed in my mind. Told myself “one more push,” “one more fight,” “one more climb,” till the person in the mirror went offline. Now I’m up where the air so thin it cuts, loyalty for sale, trust packed tight in the dust. When you’re top of the hill, every friend looks sus, every “love you, bro” is a loaded bus. I turned mercy to a weakness, kindness to a glitch, started stacking up advantages, ditch after ditch. Told myself “it’s survival,” call it what you like, but the truth is, I got comfy with the strike. Got a circle made of yes-men, dead-eyed clones, fake laughs bouncing off these marble stones. If silence had a soundtrack, it’d sound like this: a king in a palace that no one will miss. [Bridge] All hail what? All hail who? Every “long live the king” is a joke on you. All this gold, all this height, still can’t sleep with the ghosts at night. I got: power with a side of panic, glory in a dead-time planet, status like a loaded weapon, soul in a closed-off attic. [Verse 3] Look, I traded every soft part in my chest for stone, now hugs feel foreign and rage feels like home. You see a legend in the making, I see damage control, duct-taped heart on a rusted throne. I got bodies in the subtext, names in the rhyme, people that I stepped on, hiding between lines. Call it “grind,” call it “hustle,” call it “alpha, bro,” but the blood on your shoes still shows. Now the choir in my head sings off-key dirges, 808s slide while the guilt resurges. If the game was rigged, I still played it to death, won the prize and lost respect. Every crown has teeth on the inner rim, chewing on the scalp till the thoughts go dim. You want my life? Cool, take my phone, take the throne, take the kingdom… just leave me alone. But you can’t roll back a story like this, can’t unburn the bridge, can’t unswing the fist. So I sit where the cold wind cuts to the bone, king of nowhere with these ashes on the throne. Ashes on the throne. Ashes on the throne. Ashes on the throne. Ashes on the throne. [Hook] Ashes on the throne, yeah, I bled for this seat, now the whole damn kingdom feels dead at my feet. You cheer for the crown but you don’t even know, everything I lost just to put on this show. Ashes on the throne, no way back home, I won the game and I broke my soul. If you want that power, better carve it in stone: you might get the crown… but you’ll die on the throne.