[Intro – glitchy radio static, twisted carnival vibe]
“Here lies the American dream... stitched with teeth and trauma.”
“God’s gone. I picked up the tools.”
laughs in static and screams
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[Verse 1 – spoken, venomous and sarcastic]
You fed me gunpowder cereal,
Drowned me in pixelated mass graves.
Taught me the pledge of allegiance
with chalk outlines on the school stage.
You built me from bullet shells,
Baby skulls, Barbie limbs.
Strapped a flag to my spinal cord—
Now I march to your national hymns.
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[Pre-Chorus – rising chaos, synths buzzing]
Smile for the cameras, Mom,
Your son’s a product of the kill switch.
I’m every “thoughts and prayers”
You vomit after each glitch.
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[Chorus – full distortion, manic energy]
FRANKENSTEIN!
Built from your silence, born from your crime!
You made a god with dollar signs—
Now he’s here to crucify time.
FRANKENSTEIN!
I’m the echo in the lockdown halls,
The shadow in your bathroom stalls,
The bloody chalk on the classroom walls.
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[Verse 2 – fast, bitter, punk as hell]
They gave me toys that taught me war,
Animated death in every store.
Said, “Pull the trigger, feel alive!”
Then asked why I came back dead inside.
Massacre chic, trauma couture—
You profit off pain, call it mature.
Dress me in trauma, make me a trend—
Then cry when I don’t pretend.
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[Bridge – robotic whisper, sickeningly sweet]
“Am I a hero now, Daddy?”
“Can I be on TV?”
“Do you still love me, America?”
“Do I still bleed pretty?”
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[Chorus – heavier, sicker, louder]
FRANKENSTEIN!
Your golden boy turned war machine,
He prays in code, he dreams obscene—
Hell sings lullabies to gasoline.
FRANKENSTEIN!
From every desk where angels died,
I rise like truth you try to hide.
The mirror cracks.
Now you see me inside.
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[Outro – slow, droning, whispered like a curse]
“I’m your child... I’m your guilt...
I’m every name you forgot to build a statue for.”
“Now I build statues out of you.”
[gunshot sound → power down → silence]