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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Cardboard crown on my head
Plastic jewels
But I still flex
Lunchbox throne in the hallway
Yeah
I run this tiny hex
I got ink stains on my fingers
I got cheat codes in my brain
Teacher says I’m “too distracted”
Guess I’m wired for the game
[Chorus]
Monarch of the misfit kingdom
Ruling from the back row seat
Got a busted cape and venom
In the way I drag my feet
Bow down
All you pretty people
To the ruler of the wrong side tracks
Monarch of the misfit kingdom
Yeah
I wear that title like tacks
[Verse 2]
Shiny kids on their pedestals
Polished shoes
Perfect test scores
I’m backstage with the weird ones
Building rockets out of desk drawers
You talk loud about your future
I talk loud just to stay sane
Your path’s drawn with a highlighter
Mine’s scribbled in the margins of my name
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] I don’t need your plastic scepter
I don’t need your velvet rope
I crown every bruise and blister
Every failed experiment and joke
[crescendo] If being wrong is my religion
Then I’m your high priest in this mess
Raise your hands
My broken army
We look awful
We’re blessed
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 28, 2025
Duration3:31
LanguageSV
Style
rock, Fuzzy alt-rock guitars with a garage bite, tight live drums, and a swaggering bass line. Verses sit in a half-sneer, half-smirk pocket; chorus explodes with gang vocals and octave guitars. Soft-grunge edge in the bridge with a dreamy pedal-wash that slams back into a final, shout-along hook. Male or female vocals with attitude and quick, hooky phrasing., geek rock, grunge, alternative rock, soft
Credits
Prompt by
BLACKLARK
BLACKLARKModelAria v5
Prompt
Monarch
(Rock, Alternative Rock, Gerage Rock, geek rock, punchy, sassy, soft grunge, spinning, catchy)
