[Intro] This isn’t just a house, it’s an inheritance of dust and fear. I tried to wash your name off, but the stain went deep into my pores. Every cell is a souvenir of a life I didn’t choose to be here. [Verse 1] You never needed a sharp knife, Just that silent treatment and the cold, dead stare. You didn’t steal my wallet, you stole my whole life, Left me with holes I didn’t know how to repair. I scrub the mirrors every single morning, Praying that the reflection doesn’t look like you. A cheap horror movie with no jump-scare warning, Just the realization that I’m turning blue. [Pre-Chorus] I tried to run away on the city bus, Thought the distance could save me from the dust. But the doctors told me what I already knew: It’s a genetic marker, and it runs in the blood. [Chorus 1] Oh, I got the family’s Malignancy! It’s terminal, and there is no cure for this disease. They call it “legacy,” I call it “tragedy.” My childhood was just a petri dish of pure toxicity. I’ve got my mother’s cruel flair for lies, And a terrifying void where the man should have stood. Every time I try to love, I see the rot behind my eyes. I want an acid bath, I want a full amputation Please God, just stop the cycle of this damn generation. [Verse 2] Your silence wasn’t healing, it was a weapon. You weaponized the vacant chair where the man should have sat. You didn’t just forget me; that was your first lesson That love is something fragile you can casually swat. You sold out my childhood for a cheap high-ground, Pretending you were martyred by the space he left behind. I was just a prop for the pity you went around Collecting from every friend and every relative you could find. [Pre-Chorus] I tried to run away on the city bus, Thought the distance could save me from the dust. But the doctors told me what I already knew: It’s a genetic marker, and it runs in the blood. [Chorus 2] I’m disconnecting from the Malignancy! You’re just a chapter I have burned out of my history. You wanted a puppet, you built a casualty. Now watch me rise above the wreckage of your toxicity. I’ve got my scars, I got my mother’s cold eyes, But the silence of the father is the only peace I know. I’m drawing the line, I’m changing the name on the door. I want to be clean, I need a total separation Just silence the echoes of your pathetic generation. [Bridge] I cut the cord, I changed the address, I burned the letters. I did the work, I promise I tried to be better. But every argument, every little scar… You see, when you hurt a child, you hurt who they are. I’ll keep running, even if the finish line is nowhere near. [Outro] I’m the cure. I have to be.
