Under the Crown / Kasane Teto

Under the Crown feat. Kasane Teto Hello Friends, Certain recent events on the internet reminded of this famous Turkish proverb: When a clown moves into a palace, he doesn't become a king. The palace becomes a circus. So are we under the crown, or under the clown? I have been learning and exploring the soundscapes of bass heavy electronic music recently, especially K-Pop and future bass/dubstep. STREAMING PRE-SAVE: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/milisen1/under-the-crown-2?ref=release Please show some love to the amazing people below who have worked on this project with me: Vocals: Kasane Teto Music/Lyrics: MiliSen https://x.com/milisenx_x Illustration: 虎鲸鸟球 https://x.com/Orcaballlll MV: autumnwhitecat https://x.com/autumnwhitecat LYRICS: Ringing through the hall is the laughter heard beyond the walls High above us all, voices chatter as the curtain falls Time to make the call, who will be the one to answer? Now don’t you blunder, or you’ll be dragged right under Painted smiles and hidden daggers Lost within smoke and mirrors Here comes another head rolling off the block As the crowd goes wild It’s just another name running out of luck We’ll be here for a while In blinding light, the final stage is set Don’t close your eyes, or you may soon regret Come gather around, gather around Come gather under the crown, under the crown But don’t make a sound, don’t make a sound Or they’ll be tearing you down, tearing you down, tearing you down So raise your glass to this carnival of hollow glory On the circus floor of nameless juries Whether we are all under the crown Or under the clown Chained to the carousel, the gilded horses rise and fall As delusion takes its toll Running in circles, losing control Losing control… Among the broken glass underneath the rails Lies the tattered veil Yet by the empty throne, where the peasants kneel What is not for sale? The palace stands alone on sand Its banners wave as pillars strain For kings of yesterday Now left without a name And who would dare to claim the promise of a different fate? (Come gather around) Come gather around, gather around Come gather under the crown, under the crown But don’t make a sound, don’t make a sound Or they’ll be tearing you down, tearing you down, tearing you down So raise your glass to this carnival of hollow glory On the circus floor of nameless juries Whether we are all under the crown Or under the clown