throne of compliance
[Music explodes in a torrent of distorted, down-tuned riffs and blast beats. A single, guttural scream.] [Verse 1] You built your throne on my compliance A hollow king in dead-end silence You fed your fear with my defiance Now choke upon this broken alliance [Pre-Chorus] The strings you pulled have rusted through The face you wore was never you I see the void that stares back from you! [Chorus] I'll SHATTER THE GLASS! Let the fragments fly! No more your reflection, I'm the storm in your eye! I'll bleed my own blood, I'll scream my own name! And watch you collapse in the heart of the flame! [Verse 2] You're just a ghost without a voice to haunt A beggar selling things you want But every word's a faded, desperate taunt A vacant, hollow sycophant [Pre-Chorus] The skin you wanted? I’m tearing it loose! This voice you borrowed? Here’s the abuse! There is no pardon, there is no truce! [Chorus] I'll SHATTER THE GLASS! Let the fragments fly! No more your reflection, I'm the storm in your eye! I'll bleed my own blood, I'll scream my own name! And watch you collapse in the heart of the flame! [Bridge / Breakdown] [Tempo drops to a heavy, syncopated, crushing groove. Vocals are low, guttural growls.] My hands. My dirt. My scars. My worth. You wanted a weapon? You wanted a tool? You forgot that the steel has to be cruel. You wanted a savior? You wanted a god? Turn and face the monster you've made from the sod! [A chaotic, technical guitar solo erupts, expressing both rage and liberation. It ends with a dive bomb that transitions back into the full-speed onslaught.] [Chorus] I'll SHATTER THE GLASS! Let the fragments fly! No more your reflection, I'm the storm in your eye! I'll bleed my own blood, I'll scream my own name! AND WATCH YOU COLLAPSE IN THE HEART OF THE FLAME! [Music cuts abruptly after the final word, leaving only the sound of ringing feedback.] [Universe] [Prog Instrumental Duet] [8-string-guitar] [bass guitar heavy] You wanted a weapon? You wanted a tool? You forgot that the steel has to be cruel. You wanted a savior? You wanted a god? Turn and face the monster you've made from the sod! [A chaotic, technical guitar solo erupts, expressing both rage and liberation. It ends with a dive bomb that transitions back into the full-speed onslaught.] [Chorus] I'll SHATTER THE GLASS! Let the fragments fly! No more your reflection, I'm the storm in your eye! I'll bleed my own blood, I'll scream my own name! AND WATCH YOU COLLAPSE IN THE HEART OF THE FLAME! [Music cuts abruptly after the final word, leaving only the sound of ringing feedback.] [Universe] [Prog Instrumental Duet] [Outro] [End]
