Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] You still dress like it’s ‘83 Same dead grin on the same old screen Shaking hands with the same cold teeth While the world caught fire underneath You sign bills like autograph shirts Smile wide while the sidewalks hurt You don’t hear the sirens change You just count votes You just count names [Chorus] Sixty year reigns on a dying throne Rust on your crown Blood on our homes You wrote the rules Then you warped the game Sit down Old king We’re done with your reigns Sixty year reigns Choking our lungs We owe you nothing Your time is done World moved on But you stayed the same Sit down Old king We’re done with your reigns [Verse 2] You toast “progress” in your private room While the rent eats checks and the debts eat youth You blame ghosts for the mess you made Then you beg for a raise and a bigger parade You sell fear like a sacred text Then you cash out while you cut the rest You don’t see the flood in the streets You just see a crowd you can cheat [Chorus] Sixty year reigns on a dying throne Rust on your crown Blood on our homes You wrote the rules Then you warped the game Sit down Old king We’re done with your reigns Sixty year reigns Choking our lungs We owe you nothing Your time is done World moved on But you stayed the same Sit down Old king We’re done with your reigns [Bridge] You can’t read the code on the new bright walls Can’t fix what you broke with your marble laws We’re the glitch in the script you wrote Tearing your name from our throats (hey!) Clock runs out Hear the gears all grind Your era ends when we draw the line Step aside Feel the ground complain Every chant is a crack in your chain [Chorus] Sixty year reigns on a dying throne Rust on your crown Blood on our homes You wrote the rules Then you warped the game Sit down Old king We’re done with your reigns Sixty year reigns Choking our lungs We owe you nothing Your time is done World moved on We’re not your slaves Stand up Young fists And bury those reigns
Tags
metal, Alt metal with male vocals, drop-tuned guitars chugging on a mid-tempo stomp. Verses stay tight and tense with palm-muted riffs and snare accents; chorus explodes into wide, shouted gang vocals and octave leads. Bridge drops to a grinding half-time feel, bass snarling under dissonant chords, then everything slams back in for a final, screamed hook., world
Duration
3:44
Instrumental
No
Created
4/8/2026