Lyrics

Mouths open wide for a feast
Hands stay clean, but the table’s beast
Born with a spoon and a shrug
Wanting gold from a borrowed mug

Soft feet trample the grind
Dream of crowns with no war in mind
Sleep in the rot, call it fate
While sweat and steel get fed to the gate

Rise, you cowards of comfort
Choking on silk and greed
The forge does not forgive you
If you refuse to bleed

Sloth on the throne
Sloth on the throne
You want the gold
But not the bone

Sloth on the throne
Sloth on the throne
I want the fire
You want the clone

Screens in the fist, empty eyes
Selling a lie in filtered disguise
Clout like a crown made of dust
Begging for likes like a goddamn crust

No callused palm, no honest scar
Just borrowed shine from a stolen jar
Profit by posing, fame by the minute
A hollow-made empire with nobody in it

Rise, you cowards of comfort
Choking on silk and greed
The forge does not forgive you
If you refuse to bleed

Sloth on the throne
Sloth on the throne
You want the gold
But not the bone

Sloth on the throne
Sloth on the throne
I want the fire
You want the clone

And the hands that cheat the broken
Take from the poor and sleep
Tear the last meal from the table
Then call the graveyard “deep”

Fraud in the shadow
Greed in the sack
You live off the ruin
Then laugh in the black

Lift the axe
Wake the dead
Sweat and sorrow
Feed the bread

Lift the axe
Break the chain
Earn your place
Or rot in shame

Sloth on the throne
Sloth on the throne
You want the gold
But not the bone

Sloth on the throne
Sloth on the throne
I want the fire
You want the clone

Sloth on the throne
Sloth on the throne
Stand up, or drown
In the ash of your own reign