Lyrics

You count the hours from a gilded room
While the factory slaves beneath your name
We trade our backs for a little more time
You call it growth; we call it pain

Every table set, you take the bread
Every promise broken beneath your hand
You see a number where a life should be
Still you ask for more than we can stand

More—though the shelves are overflowing
More—while the tired hands keep going
You take the breath, you covet the years
Then dress your hunger up as fear
More—you never hear us breaking
More—every last good thing forsaken
A title can’t hide the hollow core
You have the world and still want more

The night shift clocks in under borrowed light
A mother counts the coins before the bus
You cut back to line your pockets
Then send a memo telling us to trust

Every table set, you take the bread
Every promise thins beneath your hand
You see a number where a life should be
Still you ask for more than we can stand

More—though the shelves are overflowing
More—while the tired hands keep going
You take the breath, you covet the years
Then dress your hunger up as fear
More—you never hear us breaking
More—every last good thing forsaken
A title can’t hide the hollow core
You have the world and still want more

We are not figures in your ledger
Not fuel to feed a private throne
When every voice you tried to bury
Rises up, you stand alone

More—though the shelves are overflowing
More—now every locked door’s opening
You took our breath, you took our years
But we are done obeying fear
More—you never heard us breaking
More—now the quiet’s done forsaking
A title can’t hide the hollow core
You have the world and still want more

[Outro]
Still
Covet not says the King