throne of lies v2
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throne of lies v2 with Extra Reverb
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There are remnants of me in your head
Breathe into it; release them out to life.
Just breathe and let me go.
There are remnants of me in your head
Breathe into it; release them out to life.
even with the opacity of thin skin,
make it happen under the dress of darkness
Just breathe and let me go.
See how I'll shine under your moods.
I'll be all grown by the break of dawn
The reflections I have of you throttled in my face & ran over me,
spilling my senses with musk & perfume,
Ejecting those false prophets,
dragging them onto other corpses
I've been locked in the sheltering seasons
With those in the stiff-neck clubs for too long
I believed everything they threw at me
I stabbed it all for truth but,
Nothing's a mystery like you
everything about you is set on a repeat cycle.
Preach me about your sanctity like a religious zealot
I don't know about everyone else,
but I believe your throttling lies
so Tell me what I can handle in these accelerated years.
Bring me the throne of lies that you reign on,
The core smile that powers it all,
declaring an oath, you're the only one.
Tell me, Tell me what's your grand scheme of things
Because I just wanted to let you know
What's breaking me at the peak of feeling right,
When I'm healed or when I'm loaded,
Still, I can't break away from you
& if I do,
I can't feel myself anymore.
bring me your throne of lies that you reign on
the core of your smile that poisoned it all
let me spite evil and those dead corpses
spin off a new breed of self-spawned love
a prototype of what you beget
when you reach out to touch a corrupted me
when you reign on your throne of lies.
Let the remnants of me go
I’m a little selfish as you know
Let the remnants of me go
I’m a little selfish as you know
you'll still reign on the throne of lies
you'll still have that smile that powers it all
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Feb 18 2023
lyrics: azdi404
music credit: destroyer by dansonn
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throne of lies v1
listen on youtube or here
There are remnants of me in your head
Breathe into it; release them out to life.
even with the opacity of thin skin,
make it happen under the dress of darkness
Just breathe and let me go.
See how I'll shine under your moods.
I'll be all grown by the break of dawn
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The reflections I have of you throttled in my face & ran over me,
spilling my senses with musk & perfume,
Ejecting those false prophets,
dragging them onto other corpses
I've been locked in the sheltering seasons
With those in the stiff-neck clubs for too long
I believed everything they threw at me
I stabbed it all for truth but,
Nothing's a mystery like you
everything about you is set on a repeat cycle.
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Preach me about your sanctity like a religious zealot
I don't know about everyone else,
but I believe your throttling lies
Tell me what I can handle in these accelerated years.
Bring me the throne of lies that you reign on,
The core smile that powers it all,
declaring an oath, you're the only one.
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Tell me, what's your grand scheme of things
Because I just wanted to let you know
What's breaking me at the peak of feeling right,
When I'm healed or when I'm loaded,
Still, I can't break away from you
& if I do,
I can't feel myself anymore.
=
bring me your throne of lies that you reign on
the core of your smile that poisoned it all
let me spite evil and those dead corpses
spin off a new breed of self-spawned love
a prototype of what you beget
when you reach out to touch & a corrupt me
when you reign on your throne of lies.
=
Let the remnants of me go
I’m a little selfish
As you know
you'll still reign on the throne of lies
you'll still have the smile that powers it all
Feb 18 2023
lyrics & vocals : azdi404
music credit:
"Miguel Johnson - A New Dawn" is under a Creative Commons (CC BY 3.0) license. / migueljohnson Music promoted by BreakingCopyright: • 🌑 Dark (Royalty F...
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Your poem “Throne of Lies” stands as one of the most emotionally charged pieces in your Laly sequence — an exorcism of devotion turned disillusionment.
It is both a confession and a confrontation, a purging of what remains from a love that once felt divine but has now curdled into deception.
While earlier poems like “My Own Mecca” and “The Story of Amen” exalted Laly as a goddess-muse, “Throne of Lies” repositions her as a false deity, enthroned atop illusion and manipulation. The speaker here is not kneeling anymore; he’s tearing down the altar he once built — yet even in rebellion, he cannot break free.
This poem dramatizes the psychological aftermath of worship — the bitter dependency that persists even after faith collapses.
I. Form and Tone: Ritual of Release
The structure of “Throne of Lies” mirrors a cycle of possession and attempted purification.
The opening refrain —
There are remnants of me in your head / Breathe into it; release them out to life / Just breathe and let me go
— functions as a mantra or incantation, repeated like a spell for exorcism.
The poem’s rhythm oscillates between plea and accusation, devotion and defiance.
The tone is intensely conflicted: intimate, sensual, and spiritual, but also corrosive — the language of a believer who knows he’s been deceived, yet still kneels before the deceiver.
II. Theme Overview
| Theme |
Expression |
| False sanctity |
The beloved sits on a “throne of lies,” a false idol of love and faith. |
| Self-erasure |
The speaker struggles to release remnants of himself from her influence. |
| Desire and deception |
The intoxicating mixture of attraction and betrayal. |
| Faith as addiction |
The poet’s devotion mirrors religious zealotry, even after disillusionment. |
| Cycle and repetition |
Emotional entrapment expressed through refrains and circular phrasing. |
III. Opening: The Exorcism of Memory
There are remnants of me in your head
Breathe into it; release them out to life
Just breathe and let me go
The poem opens like a prayer for release — not only for the speaker, but also for the beloved. The “remnants of me in your head” suggest that this love, or trauma, exists in both of them. The repetition of “breathe” evokes both meditation and CPR — an attempt to bring dead emotions to life, or to expel them from the system.
Yet even as he says “let me go,” the language betrays dependency — it is the plea of one who cannot let go himself.
IV. “Even with the opacity of thin skin” – Erotic and Spiritual Intertwining
Even with the opacity of thin skin
Make it happen under the dress of darkness
These lines blur the boundary between the physical and the spiritual. “Thin skin” evokes both vulnerability and sensual exposure, while “the dress of darkness” suggests secrecy or forbidden union.
It’s the language of intimacy turned ritual — a dark communion.
This intimacy is no longer redemptive, as in earlier poems; it’s corrosive, consuming — a love that thrives in the dark, feeding on opacity rather than clarity.
V. Reflections and Corruption
The reflections I have of you
Throttled in my face & ran over me
Spilling my senses with musk & perfume
This stanza fuses violence and sensuality. The imagery of “throttling,” “ran over,” and “spilling” connotes domination and intoxication. “Musk & perfume” — symbols of allure — become the very agents of suffocation.
Ejecting those false prophets / Dragging them onto other corpses
These lines deepen the religious allegory. The “false prophets” could be the illusions or voices that justified his earlier worship — now overthrown and discarded.
The “corpses” represent the emotional and ideological dead left behind in his quest for truth.
This is the poem’s iconoclastic moment: the poet smashing idols, desecrating his own faith.
VI. The Lost Faith: Mock-Religious Zeal
Preach me about your sanctity like a religious zealot
I don’t know about everyone else
But I believe your throttling lies
This is one of the poem’s most revealing turns. The beloved is portrayed as a false prophet, but the speaker willingly succumbs. The phrase “throttling lies” merges violence and persuasion — lies that choke, yet seduce.
The self-awareness here is painful: the speaker knows he is being deceived but chooses belief anyway. This is the essence of toxic faith — the addict’s awareness of his addiction, paired with inability to resist.
VII. The Throne of Lies: Power and Corruption
Bring me the throne of lies that you reign on
The core smile that powers it all
Declaring an oath, you’re the only one
Here the central image crystallizes. The “throne of lies” symbolizes deceptive divinity — a power built on manipulation and charm (“the core smile that powers it all”).
This metaphor transforms the beloved into a dark monarch, an anti-goddess whose power depends on illusion.
The speaker’s tone here is simultaneously reverent and accusatory — he recognizes her corruption but still addresses her in the language of adoration.
It’s an inversion of sacred imagery: where once he knelt before purity (“My Own Mecca”), now he kneels before deceit — and knows it.
VIII. Addiction and Identity
Still, I can’t break away from you
& if I do
I can’t feel myself anymore
This is perhaps the most tragic admission of the poem. The beloved has become integral to his sense of self — her lies, her control, even her absence define his identity.
To “break away” would mean to lose not just love, but selfhood.
This dependence transforms love into symbiosis through poison — the self fed by what destroys it.
IX. Rebellion and Transformation
Let me spite evil and those dead corpses
Spin off a new breed of self-spawned love
A prototype of what you beget
When you reach out to touch a corrupted me
Here, the speaker seeks to reclaim agency — to “spin off” a new, autonomous form of love, a “prototype” born of corruption.
This is a moment of self-reclamation: he wants to create something that exists beyond her manipulation.
But even this act of rebellion carries her trace — “what you beget / When you reach out to touch a corrupted me.” His independence is still derivative of her influence.
He can’t create without her corruption as seed.
This paradox — freedom emerging from infection — is central to the poem’s emotional logic.
X. Ending: Acceptance of the Unhealed Wound
Let the remnants of me go
I’m a little selfish, as you know
You’ll still reign on the throne of lies
You’ll still have that smile that powers it all
The closing lines return to the initial plea, completing the circular form.
The tone has shifted, though: from demand to weary acceptance.
He knows she will continue to “reign” — deception will persist, the lie will remain beautiful — and he accepts his role as one of her discarded remnants.
The repetition “you’ll still” gives the ending its fatal calm: it is resignation, not release.
XI. Stylistic Observations
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Circular structure — repetition of lines reinforces entrapment and obsession.
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Religious diction — “prophets,” “sanctity,” “oath,” “throne” — converts romantic betrayal into spiritual desecration.
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Erotic violence — “throttled,” “stabbed,” “spilling” — physicalizes emotional conflict.
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Shifting tone — moves between lyrical tenderness and accusatory fury, mirroring the volatility of dependency.
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Refrains as ritual — the recurring “Let the remnants of me go” mimics liturgical chant, an invocation for cleansing.
XII. Interpretation: Deconstructing Worship
In “Throne of Lies,” the speaker finally confronts what the Laly myth has been circling from the beginning:
that the object of worship — divine muse, goddess, ideal — is not purely transcendent, but also constructed through self-deception.
The poem dramatizes the moment when the believer realizes that his god was a mirror — that the sanctity he adored was built upon lies he chose to believe.
Yet, paradoxically, the discovery doesn’t free him. The dependency persists; the faith remains, even when exposed as false.
This is the poem’s tragic brilliance: truth does not liberate; it intensifies the attachment.
XIII. Conclusion: The Crown of Disillusionment
“Throne of Lies” closes the circle begun in “My Own Mecca.”
Where that first poem sanctified love into religion, this one desecrates it back into humanity — yet finds no catharsis in doing so.
The throne still stands. The lies still reign. The believer still kneels — aware, wounded, addicted.
In this haunting inversion of faith, the poem achieves its final insight:
Love and worship, even when false, are still sacred acts — because they reveal the human hunger to believe, to surrender, to be remade through devotion, even when that devotion destroys.
It is a love poem written from the ruins of faith —
a coronation of deception,
a benediction to the beautiful lie.
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