Cardboard Throne

Lyrics

[Intro] Z-S-V-P—say it like a warning label. All caps, all bluff, all smoke at the table. [Verse 1] You sell a five-step plan in a twelve-step maze, Call a rent hike “growth” with a straight-faced phrase. Got a gold-plated lanyard and a borrowed grin, And a vision-board yacht that you’ve never been in. You preach “do more” from a chair that reclines, Send a team-wide memo at quarter past nine. Your big brave speech needs a slide deck to stand; Your courage has a calendar invite and brand. [Hook] Z-S-V-P—big talk, thin proof, Point at the ceiling while you patch the roof. Z-S-V-P—pose, pitch, repeat, A crown made of paper and a mouth full of heat. [Verse 2] You call it “bold” when the interns stay late, Call it “teamwork” when they carry your weight. Every crisis gets a slogan, every mess gets a name, Then you pose by the banner like you conquered the game. You’ve got three blue checks and a podcast mic, A hot take for sale and a borrowed bike. When the numbers go south, you blame the new guy; When the bonus comes round, you’re the first in line. [Bridge] Read the fine print. Count the hands. Who gets the prize? Who gets the plans? You say “we’re all in”—that’s a tidy disguise; The door’s wide open, but the ladder’s inside. [Hook] Z-S-V-P—big talk, thin proof, Point at the ceiling while you patch the roof. Z-S-V-P—pose, pitch, repeat, A crown made of paper and a mouth full of heat. [Outro] Say it with your chest, then show us the books. No more gold frames for those borrowed looks. Z-S-V-P—your grand reveal: A cardboard throne and a very real bill.