Paper Thrones

Warrior of Darts

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Remember when... Remember when we played for love Now it's just numbers on a screen Numbers on a screen It began with the passion Now just counting sales and views Every Pro's a business plan Every dart's a revenue stream Tell me, tell me What happened to the game we knew? What happened to the joy? They're selling you a lie In a package wrapped so tight They're selling you a lie But the price keeps climbing high Plastic kings on paper thrones Plastic kings on paper thrones Everything's for sale, everything's for sale Your heart, your soul, your throwing arm Plastic kings on paper thrones Plastic kings on paper thrones Nothing's real, nothing's real anymore Behind the cameras, behind the lights There's powder lines and whiskey burns Lawyers contracts, one launch per week Merchandise that no one needs Tell me, tell me Is this what we ́ve shouted for? Is this what dreams become? They're selling you a lie In a package wrapped so tight They're selling you a lie But the price keeps climbing high Plastic kings on paper thrones Plastic kings on paper thrones Everything's for sale, everything's for sale They rise, then fall – and leave us alone Plastic kings on paper thrones Plastic kings on paper thrones Nothing's real, nothing's real anymore Started with a board and three cheap darts Crowd got loud when the big game starts Every shot tracked, every miss gets clipped Turned heart into heatmaps, upload it quick Ad-tracked feelings, profit from pain Algorithm trails every move in the lane Glory on hold, stuck behind glass screens But I rap for the raw and the broke-down dreams Games we played for the love, now behind paywalls Sign up now, get your branded brawls Sunday night vibes in the local bar Now it’s live-stream fights for a sponsor star Legends designed in assembly lines Real ones fade in the company mines Used to throw steel just to feel that spark Now it’s surveys, graphs, and a branded arc What’s the price when your soul's on sale? What’s the cost when the roots go pale? Used to live loud through the throw and flight Now I scroll past ghosts in the neon light Re-re-remember when we... Re-re-remember when we played for love No clout, no clicks, no numbers above Just breath, just heat, just fire, just fight Just steel on sisal, and dreams at night Not for money in our pockets Not for banners, not for fame Just for silence after impact Just for truth... in the flame Plastic kings on paper thrones Plastic kings on paper thrones Everything's for sale, nothing ́s real anymore