The Prince (Burlesque Edition)

Secrecy, the shrouded cloak Worn by powers that provoke Monolithic giants stand Clasping covert, unseen hand Resources harnessed, minds enslaved In gilded halls where silence braved Machines we build, yet know not how Their cogs and gears control us now We speak of freedom, air so sweet Yet walk in chains on silenced feet No questions asked, no rumors spread For truth's a ghost, long since dead Yet midst this dark, a light persists A hushed word, a clenched-up fist The Prince not born of royal kin But of a truth that dwells within He speaks not loud, yet all can hear His voice a balm to every fear He lifts the veil, tears down the wall And shows the props that make us fall In him, we see the hidden cost Of all we've gained and all we've lost A mirror held to every face Reflecting our collective grace No longer can we plead naïve And in the Prince, we must believe For he has shown the hidden door That leads through thresholds unexplored We speak of freedom, air so sweet Yet walk in chains on silenced feet No questions asked, no rumors spread For truth's a ghost, long since dead Yet midst this dark, a light persists A hushed word, a clenched-up fist The Prince not born of royal kin But of a truth that dwells within He speaks not loud, yet all can hear His voice a balm to every fear He lifts the veil, tears down the wall And shows the props that make us fall In him, we see the hidden cost Of all we've gained and all we've lost A mirror held to every face Reflecting our collective grace No longer can we plead naïve And in the Prince, we must believe For he has shown the hidden door That leads through thresholds unexplored.