Black mask on my face, cold smoke in the air. City lights move slow while my secrets stay buried behind the silence and stare.

Mask on my face, silence in my walk

Every move slow, never need to talk

Dark eyes watching through the city rain

Cold soul moving through the hidden pain

Weight on my chest, pressure in my veins

Too many nights driving through the flames

Trust disappears when the money gets tall

Fake men switch when the empire grows

Black glass shining under neon lights

Long roads calling through the endless nights

No loud moves, power stays calm

Real kings rule without showing alarm

Smoke in the air when I step through the dark

Cold heart beating with a dangerous spark

No crown needed, respect stays earned

Mask on my face while the whole world burns