[Verse 1 | brooding clean vocals, minor chords, restrained tension] She came out of the flashing lights, Velvet smile and serpent pride. Whispers rose like funeral choirs, Saying I was the king of night. Crowds moved like a tidal wave, Eyes ablaze with hunger and praise. But the truth is cold steel in my hands— I never crossed her sacred stage. [Pre-Chorus | tension building, palm-muted guitars] She says her son wears my face, Paints me into her holy blame. But I feel the ground start to break— This guilt is not my name. [Chorus | crushing drop, double bass, layered screams + cleans] She’s not my queen, That child is not my blood, She calls in the dead of night With a voice like a loaded gun. Stand my ground, Even as the world believes her dream— But I swear by fire and stone, She was never my Magdalene. [Verse 2 | frantic thrash momentum, sharp riffing] Her perfume like gasoline, Lingers in my memory. Photographs and tabloid screams, Turned my life to a guillotine. Every shadow wears her eyes, Every heartbeat asks me why. But I won’t let her fantasy Tear apart what’s still alive. [Pre-Chorus | harsher screams, rising chaos] She says her son bears my sins, Chains my name to her skin. But the blood within my veins Knows the truth she’ll never win. [Chorus | heavier variation, harmonized guitars, screams + cleans] She’s not my queen, That child is not my blood. Her lies echo like thunder Beating war drums in my head. Stand my ground— Though the crowd bows to her scene, I deny the crown she forged, She was never my Magdalene. [Bridge | atmospheric doom crawl, haunted clean vocal] No gold crown. No silk throne. Just cold stone floors In this trial alone. Her lullaby of venom, Dripping sweet deceit— But I won’t kneel To her make-believe. [Breakdown | brutal half-time chugs, guttural screams, abrupt stops] Not my sin. Not my fate. You can carve my name Into your hate. But truth will stand When your kingdom breaks— No more chains. No more shame. [Final Chorus | cinematic climax, restrained orchestra, blast beats, cleans + screams] She’s not my queen, That child is not my blood. Let the heavens judge between What is lie and what is flesh. I will not fall, Though the world crowns her a queen— I burn her name from my soul: She was never my Magdalene.
