metal, Modern metalcore with down-tuned, tightly gated riffs and side-chained synth pads under the verses. Male vocals ranging from icy spoken grit to mid-scream fry and soaring, layered clean hooks in the chorus. Drums hit with sharp kicks and roomy toms, lots of cymbal wash in the highs. Guitars shift from palm-muted machine-gun patterns to wide, open chords; bridge dives into a half-time breakdown with dissonant leads and gang vocals.
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metal, Modern metalcore with down-tuned, tightly gated riffs and side-chained synth pads under the verses. Male vocals ranging from icy spoken grit to mid-scream fry and soaring, layered clean hooks in the chorus. Drums hit with sharp kicks and roomy toms, lots of cymbal wash in the highs. Guitars shift from palm-muted machine-gun patterns to wide, open chords; bridge dives into a half-time breakdown with dissonant leads and gang vocals.
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Prompt:
[Verse 1] Ash in my lungs from the bridges I burned You said "grow up" while you twisted the knife I wore your praise like a porcelain mask Hairline cracks counting down my time You pull the strings Call it discipline Carving your gospel into my skin I tried to bend Tried to fit that mold Snapped like a branch in the dead of cold [Chorus] You built your throne on a fractured crown Glass and guilt It all came down I’m not your savior I’m not your son Just one more ghost that you outrun You hear my name and you choke it down I walk away from your fractured crown [Verse 2] You preach control but your hands still shake Drowning in rules that you fabricate Turned every scar to a warning sign Now they light the path out of your design You drew the line Said "it’s this or me" Funny how truth sounds like blasphemy I cut the cord Felt the static fade Silence hit harder than every blade [Chorus] You built your throne on a fractured crown Glass and guilt It all came down I’m not your savior I’m not your son Just one more ghost that you outrun You hear my name and you choke it down I walk away from your fractured crown [Bridge] [Guitars drop to chugging half-time Distant vocal reverb swells] Bite your tongue (choke on the sermon) Every word you speak Carries the burden Face to face With the cracks in your armor You can’t confess So you call it "honor" Tear down the altar Stone by stone (are you listening?) You were never a kingdom Just a gilded throne [Chorus] You built your throne on a fractured crown Glass and guilt It all came down I’m not your savior I’m not your son Just one more ghost that you outrun You hear my name and you choke it down I turn my back on your hollow town You fall in love with the way it sounds But I won’t bow To your fractured crown