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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You were Sunday dinners
Hand-me-down dreams
Laughing in the kitchen
Like you’d never leave
You knew where the cracks were
In my second skin
You waited till I trusted
Then you twisted in
[Pre-Chorus]
Funny how you smiled
While you drew the line
You called it “only business”
I called it “my life”
[Chorus]
You got my blood on your hands
But you swear you’re clean
Family name on your knife
Like it means a thing
You wanna toast to the past
While I choke on your lies
You’re still calling me brother
With my back full of stripes
Family name on your knife
[Verse 2]
You were there in the front row
When I had nothing left
Counting every secret
Like you owned my breath
You sold our history
For a little shine
Played me like a story
You could rewrite
[Pre-Chorus]
You keep saying “love”
Like a magic word
But every time you hug me
I can feel you search
[Chorus]
You got my blood on your hands
But you swear you’re clean
Family name on your knife
Like it means a thing
You wanna toast to the past
While I choke on your lies
You’re still calling me brother
With my back full of stripes
Family name on your knife
[Bridge]
Hope the mirror gets heavy
Every time you smile
Hope my face is reflected
In those borrowed miles
You can keep the stories
You rehearsed so well
I’ll keep every scar
As a farewell
[Chorus]
You got my blood on your hands
But you swear you’re clean
Family name on your knife
Now it’s dead to me
You wanna toast to the past
But I’m done being blind
Go on
Drink to your victory
I’ll be drawing the line
Family name on your knife
Details
GeneratedMar 8, 2026
Duration3:08
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark alternative pop/rock with male vocals; verses ride a tense muted riff and tight drums, pre-chorus adds low synth swells, chorus explodes with distorted guitars and stacked gang vocals; subtle piano doubles the top line in the bridge, last hook drops to half-time and lets the lead vocal snarl over roomy reverb
Credits
Prompt byCloudBass791
ModelAria v5
Prompt
male, studio
Something like a revenge song, directed at someone who’s meant to be like family to you but stabbed you in the back (metaphorically)
