Run from the Throne

Gold on my hands, dust in my lungs…

I was born with a crown, but I chose to run.

Silk and silver, chains of pride,

They taught me silence, how to hide.

But outside walls, the people cried,

So I let the desert be my guide.

I tore the veil from sacred names,

Left behind the palace flames.

I traded roses for the storm —

A rebel heart, a voice reborn.

I heard them scream beneath the sun,

I felt their pain become my drum.

The blood that sings inside my vein —

Is not for gold, it’s for the flame.

I ran from the throne!

AAAHHH-YAHHHHH!

I gave up the crown!

No longer caged in royal lies,

I fight with fire in my eyes!

Let kingdoms fall, let empires shake —

I rise for every soul you break!

They called me traitor, child of sin,

But I wear dust upon my skin.

No silken bed, no golden gate —

Just rebel songs and burning fate.

The whispers tried to drag me home,

But I belong where voices roam.

I’m not your doll, not your design —

This war was written in my spine.

I speak for those without a name,

I stand for more than royal shame.

No longer soft, no longer small —

I rise to watch your kingdom fall!

I ran from the throne!

AAAHHH-HEYYAAHHHHHHH!

I gave up the crown!

This heart beats not for legacy,

But for the ones who died for free!

Let fire dance, let tyrants crawl —

I was not born to serve…

I rise to break it all!

I left the gold, I chose the flame…

My name is no name — just the pain I