Don Colossus

Ajouté : 2026-05-12

[00:00:24]Bronze bones wrapped in gold leaf skin Market prayers rising up again Fifteen feet above the crowd Everybody cheering loud Phones held high like candle flames Truth gets traded into names Melted down what used to matter Built a god from noise and chatter Somebody big enough to blame Somebody loud enough to praise Dance around the colossus Hands up toward the glow Every doubt gets swallowed whole When the strongman steals the show Gold leaf shining in the fire Fear and fame become desire Everybody wants belief Even if it’s skin-deep Crypto prophets selling faith Streaming sermons every day Crowds below the golden fist Call it power, call it bliss But gold cracks underneath the heat Echoes marching through the streets Built enormous, built to tower Built from grievance fed to power Dance around the colossus Wave the flags and praise the name Truth was melted into image Now nobody recalls the flame Not a king and not a god Just a mirror standing tall Still the faithful gather close Waiting for the next command