Thomas Cain

[Intro – mournful, crying sung deep gritty vocals soft but bitter over minimal acoustic guitar] (Ooooooooooooohhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh) (Ooooooooooooohhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh) Thomas Cain… That name didn’t mean survival. It meant tree forts and bicycles, A crooked smile, scraped knees, Dreams of throwin' touchdowns and catchin' fireflies. He was just a kid. But kids don’t stay kids When a father turns love into fear. He didn’t grow up— He was broken in. And what’s left of him… That ain’t Thomas anymore. That’s Cain Still Bleeds. [Verse 1 – Acoustic, soft, raw] He’d come home stinkin’ of liquor and hate Break the silence just to raise his weight Mama stood strong, but her eyes went dull As he turned our home into a cage of control He said boys don’t cry, so I swallowed it whole Taught me fear was strength, and rage was gold Every scar he left, he called discipline But they spelled out shame carved under my skin [Verse 2 – Building guitar, emotion rising] He’d preach with his fists, and drink like a god Left bruises in places that prayers never caught Told me I was soft if I flinched or shook So I learned to hide it like a thief learns to look He beat the love out of me, replaced it with shame Then lit the match and blamed me for the flame My little brother caught worse than me Till he caught the grave—now I scream when I sleep [Pre-Chorus – Intensity rising, drums creeping in] You ever hate your own reflection Cause it starts to look like him? You ever taste your own confession But it burns like a bottle of gin? [Chorus – Loud, layered vocals, acoustic gives way to rage] I ain’t Thomas Cain no more That boy died on a kitchen floor This voice you hear, this pain I preach Ain’t just survival—it’s MY SOUL underneath I wear this name like a scar that breathes Not the one he gave, but the one I bleed I buried the child he failed to raise And rose as fire from all that blaze [Verse 3 – Grit enters voice, full band comes alive] He told me real men don’t break But I watched him crumble with every drink he’d take Told me strength meant stayin' quiet While he tore us down with his homegrown riot I begged him once, “JUST SEE ME THERE!” But he looked right through like he couldn't care So I lit my voice like he lit that fuse Now every track’s the love he refused [Verse 4 – Loud, storming, pain turns into purpose] I found peace in the pain, built my name in the fire Carried the silence like a funeral pyre I never wanted revenge, just to be seen But he died never knowin’ what I could’ve been So I scream for the boy who never got love And I sing for the ghost he was never proud of This mic is my weapon, this voice is my war I’m the son he created—then left at the door [Pre-Chorus – Double-timed, more intensity] You ever walk through flames with his words in your head? Swearin’ you’d never repeat what he said But the tone comes back when you’re angry and worn Like the devil himself was family-born [Chorus – Even heavier, gospel grit beneath the pain] I ain’t Thomas Cain no more That boy’s bones lined the cellar floor This man you hear, this blood I scream Ain’t his son—it’s a shattered dream I wear this rage like a last defense Not the name he gave, but the consequence I buried the child he failed to raise And rose as fire from all that blaze [Bridge – Vocals crack, held-out cries, breakdown drums] God, I ain’t askin' for pity I’m askin' for peace I just wanna stop hearin’ his voice When I grit my teeth He left a legacy carved in rust And I’m diggin’ through hell just to make it dust Don’t wanna pass this pain to my own son’s face So I scream it out loud till I burn that trace [Final Chorus – Broken, unraveling, choir swelling, voice cracking, dramatic pauses, crying, highly emotional, heavy breathing] I ain’t... Thomas Cain... no more I’m the st—storm... that broke... that door This name you... h-hear... this fight I bring... Is f-forged... from every time... he swung... and I... didn’t swing I wear... this wound... like a r-rebel brand... Not the... not the one he gave... but the one I AM I... I buried... the child... he failed... to raise... And rose... as Cain... from his... goddamn... blaze... [Outro – Whispered over fading chords] He gave me nothing So I made myself Cain Still Bleeds [Verse 1 – Guitar, Drums, Melodically sung soft, raw] He’d come home stinkin’ of liquor and hate Break the silence just to raise his weight Mama stood strong, but her eyes went dull As he turned our home into a cage of control He said boys don’t cry, so I swallowed it whole Taught me fear was strength, and rage was gold Every scar he left, he called discipline But they spelled out shame carved under my skin [Verse 2 – Building guitar, emotion rising] He’d preach with his fists, and drink like a god Left bruises in places that prayers never caught Told me I was soft if I flinched or shook So I learned to hide it like a thief learns to look He beat the love out of me, replaced it with shame Then lit the match and blamed me for the flame My little brother caught worse than me Till he caught the grave—now I scream when I sleep [Pre-Chorus – Intensity rising, drums creeping in] You ever hate your own reflection Cause it starts to look like him? You ever taste your own confession But it burns like a bottle of gin? [Chorus – Loud, layered vocals, acoustic gives way to rage] I ain’t Thomas Cain no more That boy died on a kitchen floor This voice you hear, this pain I preach Ain’t just survival—it’s MY SOUL underneath I wear this name like a scar that breathes Not the one he gave, but the one I bleed I buried the child he failed to raise And rose as fire from all that blaze [Verse 3 – Grit enters voice, full band comes alive] He told me real men don’t break But I watched him crumble with every drink he’d take Told me strength meant stayin' quiet While he tore us down with his homegrown riot I begged him once, “JUST SEE ME THERE!” But he looked right through like he couldn't care So I lit my voice like he lit that fuse Now every track’s the love he refused [Verse 4 – Loud, storming, pain turns into purpose] I found peace in the pain, built my name in the fire Carried the silence like a funeral pyre I never wanted revenge, just to be seen But he died never knowin’ what I could’ve been So I scream for the boy who never got love And I sing for the ghost he was never proud of This mic is my weapon, this voice is my war I’m the son he created—then left at the door [Pre-Chorus – Double-timed, more intensity] You ever walk through flames with his words in your head? Swearin’ you’d never repeat what he said But the tone comes back when you’re angry and worn Like the devil himself was family-born [Chorus – Even heavier, gospel grit beneath the pain] I ain’t Thomas Cain no more That boy’s bones lined the cellar floor This man you hear, this blood I scream Ain’t his son—it’s a shattered dream I wear this rage like a last defense Not the name he gave, but the consequence I buried the child he failed to raise And rose as fire from all that blaze [Rock Break] [orchestra break] [Chorus – heavy orchestra violins, gospel grit beneath the pain] I ain’t Thomas Cain no more That boy’s bones lined the cellar floor This man you hear, this blood I scream Ain’t his son—it’s a shattered dream I wear this rage like a last defense Not the name he gave, but the consequence I buried the child he failed to raise And rose as fire from all that blaze [Bridge – Powerful Melodic Vocals crack, held-out cries, breakdown drums] God, I ain’t askin' for pity I’m askin' for peace I just wanna stop hearin’ his voice When I grit my teeth He left a legacy carved in rust And I’m diggin’ through hell just to make it dust Don’t wanna pass this pain to my own son’s face So I scream it out loud till I burn that trace [Final Chorus – Broken, unraveling, voice cracking, dramatic pauses, crying, highly emotional, heavy breathing] I ain’t... Thomas Cain... no more I’m the storm... that broke... that door This name you... hear... this fight I bring... Is f-forged... from every time... he swung... and I... didn’t swing I wear... this wound... like a rebel brand... Not the... one he gave... but the one I AM I buried... the child... he failed... to raise... And rose... as Cain... from his... goddamn... blaze... [Outro – Whispered over fading chords] He gave me nothing So I made myself Cain Still Bleeds