

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Do you hear it? The trembling of flawed humanity… The discord in their hearts. How fragile. How vulgar. How beneath him. I am not rage. I am refinement. [Verse 1] Wings made of silk but my mind made of blades, Born from a King — I was sculpted, not raised. You call it obsession? I call it divine, A purpose so pure it eclipses your spine. Meh-roo-em breathes — therefore I exist, Every heartbeat his, I persist. I don’t protect him out of fear or pride, I protect perfection personified. Humans are chaos, erratic, obscene, Crawling through dirt with delusions of “dream.” They dare infect him with weakness and doubt? I’ll tear their little morality out. [Hook] For the King. For the throne. For the will supreme. I’ll shatter the world to preserve the dream. Call me mad — call me extreme — Devotion isn’t love… it’s regime. [Verse 2] I read emotions like musical sheets, Every heartbeat a rhythm of lies and deceit. Your fear? Minor key. Your hope? Off pitch. Your courage? A fragile and trembling glitch. Koh-moo-gee… poison in fragile disguise, A human mistake in a monarch’s eyes. She softened his gaze — I felt it shift, And terror bloomed like a forbidden gift. If he changes — what am I then? If God feels empathy toward men? No. I refuse that distorted fate. I’ll rewrite destiny before it’s too late. [Bridge] Beauty demands sacrifice. Perfection cannot compromise. If I must stain my hands with sin, It is holy if it’s done for him. [Hook] For the King. For the throne. For the will supreme. I’ll shatter the world to preserve the dream. Call me mad — call me extreme — Devotion isn’t love… it’s regime. [Verse 3] I split my body, I split my mind, Fragments of loyalty intertwined. Tears fall not from guilt or shame, But from fear the King won’t stay the same. You see a villain. I see decay. Human weakness in royal array. If evolution means he grows kind — Then evolution must be confined. I am the choir behind his name, The trembling string, the rising flame. And if the world must burn away — Let it burn… so the King may stay. [Outro – whispered, breaking slightly] Meh-roo-em… Even if you never understand… I loved you perfectly.
Tags
Male elegant villain rap, calm obsessive tone, dark orchestral beat, slow dramatic vibe
3:14
No
2/27/2026