

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Gold ring on your finger Bloodshot at the breakfast table Calling me a failure Laughing while I scrape your label Old king in a paper crown Breathing liquor Spitting doubt You taught me how to bow Guess I learned how to cut you out [Chorus] You raised a blade I raised a son You lit the match I am the gun I’m done being your sacrifice Tonight the prince swings first (king for a night) I break your throne and your advice This is patricide in plain sight [Verse 2] You carved your name in my mirror “Remember who you owe” Every bruise another sermon Every scar another joke You said I’d die just like you Rotting in your leather chair If that’s my future Old man I’ll kill it now Right here [Chorus] You raised a blade I raised a son You lit the match I am the gun I’m done being your sacrifice Tonight the prince swings first (king for a night) I break your throne and your advice This is patricide in plain sight [Bridge] [Drums drop to toms Bass snarls] I’m not your shadow I’m not your shame I’m not the echo Of your broken name You made this monster Kissed its crown Say “you’re my blood” I’ll drain you out [Chorus] You raised a blade I raised a son You lit the match I am the gun Your empire ends in neon light Tonight the prince swings first (king for a night) I smash your crown in cold daylight This is patricide in plain sight
Tags
rock, Sleazy glam rock stomp with snarling male vocals, fuzzed-out power chords, and strutting halftime drums. Verses stay tight and tense on palm-muted guitar; chorus explodes with big gang shouts and octave leads. Middle section drops to tom-heavy, spoken-snarled intensity before a soaring, unhinged final hook., glam rock
3:15
No
2/18/2026