Whisper In The Green Room

🎶 Satire Song: "Burn in the Spotlight"

Verse 1

They whisper in the green room, velvet masks and gold,

“Sign the dotted line, kid, we’ll make your soul unfold.”

Money, sex, and fame—oh, the glittering parade,

But it’s not you they want, it’s the fire you’ve made.

Chorus

🎤 They pick and choose, pretend they rule,

But the joke’s on them, they’re just the fool.

They sell you dreams, they sell control,

But they can’t touch the light inside your soul.

Burn in the spotlight, crash when they fall,

Visible to one, visible to all.

Verse 2

They say you’d be nothing without their guiding hand,

But you climbed those heights before they drew their plans.

They worship shadows, chasing counterfeit light,

But true enlightenment burns them out of sight.

Bridge

They build their towers on sand and fear,

But every empire cracks when truth appears.

They slip, they stumble, they lose their crown,

The higher they climb, the harder they drown.

Chorus (repeat, bigger & louder)

🎤 They pick and choose, pretend they rule,

But the joke’s on them, they’re just the fool.

They sell you dreams, they sell control,

But they can’t touch the light inside your soul.

Burn in the spotlight, crash when they fall,

Visible to one, visible to all.

Outro

So laugh at the puppets, the strings they pull tight,

They never own power, they just fear the light.

Their kingdom of smoke will crumble and crawl,

You rise eternal—they slip, they fall