Severus Snape

UK drill, cinematic grime, dark trap/industrial (808-heavy)

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[Intro]

You lot wave wands around
like drunk men holding knives.
I learned young what betrayal tastes like
in moldy kitchens and smoke-filled halls.

Spinner’s End.
Windows black with soot.
My father hit doors hard enough
to make the walls shake.

And you want to lecture me about darkness?

[Verse 1]

Potter wears his surname
like it’s a trophy somebody polished for him.
Dead father. Sainted mother.
Tragic. Fine.

But I saw her first.
Before some arrogant stag
came stomping through the grass
with perfect teeth and rich friends.

James wasn’t brave.
He was popular.

Big difference.

[Hook]

Four against one
every cursed corridor in that school.
And nobody says a word
when the charming boy decides
to choke somebody for sport.

Still, somehow I’m the monster.
Fits your bedtime stories better.

[Verse 2]

Black barked loud
because silence frightened him.
Lupin stood there
like pity tied to a leash.
And Pettigrew—

Rat stays a rat,
even dressed in school robes.

I learned curses
the way other boys learn prayers.
Not from pride.

From necessity.

[Hook]

Four against one
every cursed corridor in that school.
And nobody says a word
when the charming boy decides
to choke somebody for sport.

Still, somehow I’m the monster.
Fits your bedtime stories better.

[Bridge]

You don’t know that feeling—
lying awake at night,
hearing voices through thin walls,
hoping tonight nothing breaks.

Dumbledore?

Old bastard knew everything.
Placed me between both sides
like bait left in open war.

“For the greater good.”

Those words smell like cold tea
and funeral rooms.

[Hook]

Four against one
every cursed corridor in that school.
And nobody says a word
when the charming boy decides
to choke somebody for sport.

Still, somehow I’m the monster.
Fits your bedtime stories better.

[Break]

And Lily—

(brief pause)

Don’t say her name so casually.
You knew her smile from across classrooms.
I knew the sound of her footsteps.

That’s worse.

Yes, I reached for the wrong people.
Because power, at least, was honest.
It never promised kindness.

Only teeth.

Then I heard the prophecy,
and suddenly her death
was already sitting in the room
like smoke after rain.

Too late.

Always too bloody late.

[Hook]

Four against one
every cursed corridor in that school.
And nobody says a word
when the charming boy decides
to choke somebody for sport.

Still, somehow I’m the monster.
Fits your bedtime stories better.

[Verse 4]

So keep singing songs about heroes.
Raise your glasses to the boy with the scar.
In the end, I still stood
where none of you had the spine to stand.

Double agent. Killer. Bastard.
Call me whatever helps you sleep.

I died on cold stone
while the noseless freak
still believed he’d won.

[Outro]

And Potter—

(a dry, exhausted laugh)

Of all people,
it’s Potter
who carries my name forward in the end.

Cruelest joke
this miserable world ever told.

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[Intro] You lot wave wands around like drunk men holding knives. I learned young what betrayal tastes like in moldy kitchens and smoke-filled halls. Spinner’s End. Windows black with soot. My father hit doors hard enough to make the walls shake. And you want to lecture me about darkness? [Verse 1] Potter wears his surname like it’s a trophy somebody polished for him. Dead father. Sainted mother. Tragic. Fine. But I saw her first. Before some arrogant stag came stomping through the grass with perfect teeth and rich friends. James wasn’t brave. He was popular. Big difference. [Hook] Four against one every cursed corridor in that school. And nobody says a word when the charming boy decides to choke somebody for sport. Still, somehow I’m the monster. Fits your bedtime stories better. [Verse 2] Black barked loud because silence frightened him. Lupin stood there like pity tied to a leash. And Pettigrew— Rat stays a rat, even dressed in school robes. I learned curses the way other boys learn prayers. Not from pride. From necessity. [Hook] Four against one every cursed corridor in that school. And nobody says a word when the charming boy decides to choke somebody for sport. Still, somehow I’m the monster. Fits your bedtime stories better. [Bridge] You don’t know that feeling— lying awake at night, hearing voices through thin walls, hoping tonight nothing breaks. Dumbledore? Old bastard knew everything. Placed me between both sides like bait left in open war. “For the greater good.” Those words smell like cold tea and funeral rooms. [Hook] Four against one every cursed corridor in that school. And nobody says a word when the charming boy decides to choke somebody for sport. Still, somehow I’m the monster. Fits your bedtime stories better. [Break] And Lily— (brief pause) Don’t say her name so casually. You knew her smile from across classrooms. I knew the sound of her footsteps. That’s worse. Yes, I reached for the wrong people. Because power, at least, was honest. It never promised kindness. Only teeth. Then I heard the prophecy, and suddenly her death was already sitting in the room like smoke after rain. Too late. Always too bloody late. [Hook] Four against one every cursed corridor in that school. And nobody says a word when the charming boy decides to choke somebody for sport. Still, somehow I’m the monster. Fits your bedtime stories better. [Verse 4] So keep singing songs about heroes. Raise your glasses to the boy with the scar. In the end, I still stood where none of you had the spine to stand. Double agent. Killer. Bastard. Call me whatever helps you sleep. I died on cold stone while the noseless freak still believed he’d won. [Outro] And Potter— (a dry, exhausted laugh) Of all people, it’s Potter who carries my name forward in the end. Cruelest joke this miserable world ever told.

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