Not sure I totally did what was asked... I tried to be descriptive, from the point of view of a trapped, spoiled, entitled person who anticipates that his "time has come". Bit of a timely story given what's happening in the news today. M, as I read back through your instructions I don't think the lyrics really were as descriptive as they should have been, but at least I sort of recognize what you wanted and will look to incorporate into all writing - show don't tell baybe!
lyrics
Stuck inside this velvet prison
Golden thrones, and empty vision
Walls are painted my initials
Megaphones and interstitials
TVs blaring in the corner
Fair and balanced paranormal
Sure of my divinity
Curate my reality
And the band plays on
Paranoia, twisting reeling
Walls enclosing, to the ceiling
Skin is itching, eyes are burning
Slowly churning
Paranoia, lefty leaning
Words are empty, little meaning
Money flows the world keeps turning
Slowly churning
Waiting for my time to come
Always been the lucky one
Air tastes stale and cynical
At the bottom of this hole
Did someone knock, well I’m not here
The more I shout the more I fear
Sure of my undue demise
Cold behind these eyes
And the band plays on
Paranoia, twisting reeling
Walls enclosing, to the ceiling
Skin is itching, eyes are burning
Slowly churning
Paranoia, lefty leaning
Words are empty, little meaning
Money flows the world keeps turning
Slowly churning
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