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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Born marked up
Concrete halo
Spray paint lungs
Ash in my shadow
City on mute
Till I start speaking
Every brick buzzes
Every cop’s tweaking
Hands glow hot
I’m a walking siren
Barcode soul
On the wanted flyers
They call me curse
Call me loaded gun
But I just touch walls
And the steel comes undone (yeah)
[Chorus]
I’m the villain on your screen
You can’t cage what you can’t clean
If I’m wrong then you made me
You made me
I’m the storm that you designed
Every chain runs through my spine
If I burn, you burn behind
You made me, you made me
[Verse 2]
Brother on the line
Says “keep your head low”
But the sky cracks open
Every step I echo
Kick down fear
Like a rotten door
Every siren song
Just a count to war
Dress me in blame
Like a prison coat
Still your pretty skyline
Balanced on my throat
So I feed on the doubt
Turn pain into power
You built this tower
Now I’m pulling out wires (hey!)
[Chorus]
I’m the villain on your screen
You can’t cage what you can’t clean
If I’m wrong then you made me
You made me
I’m the storm that you designed
Every chain runs through my spine
If I burn, you burn behind
You made me, you made me
[Bridge]
[Beat drops to half-time, guitars grinding low]
Tell me who’s the threat
Kid with the scarred face
Or the law in the mask
Writing “justice” in spray
You aimed your fear
Straight into my chest
Now the whole town shakes
When I just take a breath
[Chorus]
I’m the villain on your screen
You can’t cage what you can’t clean
If I’m wrong then you made me
You made me
I’m the storm that you designed
Every chain runs through my spine
If I burn, you burn behind
You made me, you made me (yeah)
Details
GeneratedFeb 11, 2026
Duration2:39
LanguageFrench
Style
rap, Aggressive rap-metal hybrid with male vocals; detuned 8-string guitars in drop tuning chug over tight, swung trap drums and grinding bass. Verses lock into double-time rap with sharp stops and syncopated palm-mutes; chorus explodes with screamed-gang vocals on the hook, wide power chords, and ride cymbal wash. Bridge drops to half-time with filtered drums and eerie pads before final chorus slams back in at full intensity., metal
Credits
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OrganicSignal300ModelAria v5
Prompt
Infamous Second Son, male, rap, metal
