[Verse 1 – dark alt rock, restrained but tense | 90 BPM | muted guitar, low bass, controlled vocals]
You talk real smooth with a crooked grin,
Like every lie don’t count as sin,
You twist the truth till it fits your frame,
Then point your finger, shift the blame
You play the victim, wear it well,
Build your throne outta stories you sell,
But I’ve been watching every move—
And I’m done dancing to your groove
[Pre-Chorus – tension builds, drums creep in | 92 BPM | rising intensity]
You thought I’d stay blind, stay small, stay quiet—
But I’ve been learning every riot
[Chorus – explosive, aggressive energy | 95 BPM | heavy guitar, strong drums, fierce vocals]
Cut the strings, I’m not your puppet,
You don’t own me, never did it,
All your games just fall apart—
Now I’m aiming at your heart
You don’t get to rewrite me,
Don’t you dare try to define me,
I see through every little scheme—
You’re just a lie dressed up as me
[Verse 2 – stronger delivery, attitude dripping | 93 BPM | fuller instrumentation]
You keep control like it’s love you give,
Like I should thank you just to live,
You dim my fire, then call it care—
Like breaking me means you were there
You take, you take, then act surprised,
When I stop feeding all your lies,
You built your power on my doubt—
Now watch me burn that whole thing down
[Pre-Chorus – more force, vocals rising]
You had your turn to pull me under—
Now listen close, I’m done with thunder
[Chorus – bigger, louder, no restraint | 98 BPM | layered vocals, crashing drums]
Cut the strings, I’m not your puppet,
You don’t own me, never did it,
All your games just fall apart—
Now I’m aiming at your heart
You don’t get to rewrite me,
Don’t you dare try to define me,
I see through every little scheme—
You’re just a lie dressed up as me
[Bridge – stripped, cold, almost spoken | 85 BPM feel | minimal instrumentation, eerie tone]
Funny how the truth gets clearer
When I finally lose my fear of
Walking out and letting go…
Guess you never knew me though
[Final Chorus – full force, aggressive, dominant energy | 100 BPM | everything hits hard]
Cut the strings, I’m not your puppet,
Break your grip, I rise above it,
Every word you used to chain—
Now it fuels me through the pain
You don’t get to stand behind me,
You don’t get to twist or bind me,
I’m the storm you couldn’t tame—
Say my name… and feel the shame