Empire

Beneath the canvas of the starlit night, I chase the echoes of a distant height. With aspirations bold, I chart my course, A symphony of dreams, a vigorous force. If having everything that I want is wrong, I'll dance to the rhythm of my own song. In the tapestry of desires, woven bright, I embrace the stars, aligning in their light. I sculpt a destiny, sculpting through the night. If having everything that I want is wrong, Then I don't wanna be right. Sitting high, on my throne, in control, This is some kind of life