Lyrics
[Verse]
They stare like I'm a freak on fire
Their whispers scratch like barbed wire
But I don't care
I never did
Not their puppet
Not their kid
[Chorus]
No chains on me no leash no lock
I walk my road I punch their clock
What they think don't mean a thing
I'm the storm they can't unring
[Verse 2]
Leather boots and scars to match
A broken heart they can't reattach
Laughing loud at their parade
Their plastic smiles all start to fade
[Prechorus]
Born to break not to obey
I won't be shaped like their clay
[Chorus]
No chains on me no leash no lock
I walk my road I punch their clock
What they think don't mean a thing
I'm the storm they can't unring
[Bridge]
Tried to tame me tried to bind
But I won't bow won't align
Middle fingers up high
They can watch me touch the sky
Style
punkpunk rockdistorted guitarsmale vocalsdriving basslinerockrawpost-punk
Prompt
A punk rock song about a man not giving a fuck what people think and always being himself, rock, punk, post-punk, punk rock, male
Credits
Prompt byNizzyNick
GeneratedDec 10, 2025
ModelAria v5
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