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
Style
rocksleazy glam rock stomp with snarling male vocalsfuzzed-out power chordsand 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-heavyspoken-snarled intensity before a soaringunhinged final hook.glam rock
Prompt
Glam Rock, about Patricide- tired of the mental abuse and time to take care of the problem.
Credits
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LunarOutput334GeneratedFeb 18, 2026
ModelAria v5
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