

Prompt / Lyrics
Verse One Strike the match, lite the fuse You are no longer my muse No mercy, No grace You will never win this race Your head tilt, can’t cover your guilt My bloods spilt, now i’ve rebuilt Chorus I will rise… from your ruin… Your endless shame… Your psychotic game I will rise… from your ruin… Your endless shame… Your psychotic game Verse two Burn it up, tear it down I know how you won your crown No funeral, no grave You thought you were so brave Your empty stare, just a sad glare My image tarnished, your character perished. Chorus I will rise… from your ruin… Your endless shame… Your psychotic game I will rise… from your ruin… Your endless shame… Your psychotic game Verse three Swallow hard, throw it up Your morals corrupt No angel, no demons Just your pathetic reasons… You convinced yourself I was the one who was wrong… any excuse you needed so he wouldn’t say so long. Chorus I will rise… from your ruin… Your endless shame… Your psychotic game I will rise… from your ruin… Your endless shame… Your psychotic game I will rise… from your ruin… Your endless shame… Your psychotic game I will rise… from your ruin…
Tags
rock, hard rock, alternative rock, male
3:19
No
3/8/2026