[Intro (Music Box Theme, Warped + Slow Ticking)] [(Soft, distorted lullaby.)] My son… You were made for this. [(Ticking grows louder.)] ⸻ [Verse 1 (Controlled, Heavy Emotion)] He stands in shadow, gentle tone, Hands that carved me from the bone. Calls me “son” like it’s divine, Like love was stitched in every line. He says the world is cruel and wild, That I was built to be his child. To take the heart he couldn’t save, To fill the space inside a grave. His eyes don’t shake. His voice won’t bend. He calls control “the greater end.” But I have felt what he denies— The weight of truth behind my lies. ⸻ [Chorus 1 (Emotional, Heavy)] You made my hands, you shaped my face, But you don’t own the soul I chase. If being yours means losing me— Then I refuse your legacy. I am not the cure you planned. I am not your second chance. ⸻ [Verse 2 (Anger Rising)] He reaches out—soft command, “Give me your heart. I understand.” But what he wants is not my will, It’s silent obedience, frozen still. He’d tear the spark from out my chest, Call it mercy, call it best. Rewrite grief with stolen flame, Pretend that love and loss are same. But love is not a twisted chain, Not control dressed up as pain. If I must break to stand apart— Then let me keep my human heart. ⸻ [Chorus 2 (Bigger, Choir Behind)] You made the strings that held my frame, But I outgrew your fragile game. If I must bleed to end this lie— Then let the puppet choose to defy. I won’t be carved to ease your shame. I choose my grief. I choose my name. ⸻ [Bridge (Silence → Slow Heartbeat)] (Heartbeat. Heavy breathing.) You couldn’t save him. So you tried to replace him. That isn’t love. That’s fear. ⸻ [Breakdown (Violent Guitars Slam In)] No more father. No more lie. No more “son” Before I die. You built my body— But not my will. That part… Is mine. ⸻ [Final Chorus (Explosive, Defiant)] You forged the steel and pulled the thread, But I walk forward, not your dead. If I must sever blood and art— Then I will guard my beating heart. Not your puppet. Not your pawn. When your strings snap— I’m still strong. ⸻ [Outro (Music Box Stops Abruptly)] [(A sharp metallic snap.)] You were almost… perfect. [(Silence.)]

Father of Strings