

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Keep throwing those rocks. Keep throwing those rocks. He who hides his hands. [Verse 1] All who sit on their porches, slapping flies, telling your lies, so eager to bury her and forget that she died. Intentional exclusion by the ones who claim inclusion. Who are you but wasted illusions, with your twisted intentions and scripted perceptions, bearing nothing but cryptic delusions, forcing fragmented reflections. [Chorus – Chant] Not her story. Not her shame. Not her sentence. Not her blame. [Verse 2] Outcasted at birth, she was meant to be hurt. Sentenced to hell, served out on this earth. Unable to see the forest for the trees, severed at her very knees. Rest assured, the ground she walks on is covered. The war she battles alone cripples her ability to discover— to discover her own self-worth before others. [Chorus – Chant] Not her story. Not her scars. You don’t get to say who she is or was. [Verse 3] She did not choose the story that was written, begging the author to rip the pages covered in blood, trauma and pain, loss and confusion. Please— rip them all out, clear down to the spine. What is she to grasp for when there is no lifeline? Desperate for rest from the shadows that bind. [Bridge] Irreparable ruins from a life not chosen has left her lost, alone, and broken. None of that matters to all you who stand watch, casting your votes, taking all your sketchy notes. You think her life is a fucking joke, that protecting herself is what she wanted wrote. [Final Chorus – Chant] Not her story. Not her shame. Not her sentence. Not her blame. [Outro] Be thankful the author of your story didn’t write the same book. Maybe you should stop all your laughter— you couldn’t even survive the very first chapter. Consider that. Silence your chatter. Her life has no effect on yours, so keep on moving right past hers. Let her be. Let her be that beautiful disaster.
Tags
Metal rage spoken intensity, heavy low-tuned guitars, dark soul emotional weight, raw truth female & male, metal
4:11
No
2/1/2026