Intro [Starts with a single electric guitar playing a clean, arpeggiated E minor melody]
Verse 1 [A sudden drum fill kicks the song into high gear]
In chambers of the mind, a tyrant takes the throne
He wears my face, a twisted mask, and claims my will his own
He feeds on every failure, in the shadows he resides
The architect of every trap where my ambition hides.
Pre-Chorus [The riff transitions to more open, ringing power chords to build tension]
Concrete days, steel-wired nights,
Holding on with a working man’s f***t.
Can’t break me, I’m still alive,
One more round—yeah, I will survive.
(Aaaaah!!!!)
Chorus [Vocals become a powerful, layered roar]
BOW DOWN! TO THE SOVEREIGN OF SCARS!
ENTHRONED! BEHIND THESE PRISON BARS!
I AM THE VOICE THAT TELLS YOU "YIELD"!
THE BROKEN HERO ON YOUR SHIELD!
I AM THE RULER OF REGRET!
THE FINAL, UNFORGIVING DEBT!
[Angry snarl]
Verse 2
I see the lines of conquest drawn across my very soul
Each scar a monument to losing all control
But in the cracks of this foundation, a flicker starts to grow
A seed of rebellion against the only foe I know.
The mirror shows a stranger now, the eyes are not my own!
A puppet king is sitting on a stolen, bloody throne!
[Low growl]
[Guitar Solo]
{The solo begins with melodic, wah-drenched phrases before exploding into a frenzy of fast pentatonic runs, legato, and screaming harmonics}
Chorus [Vocals become a powerful, layered roar]
BOW DOWN! TO THE SOVEREIGN OF SCARS!
ENTHRONED! BEHIND THESE PRISON BARS!
I AM THE VOICE THAT TELLS YOU "YIELD"!
THE BROKEN HERO ON YOUR SHIELD!
I AM THE RULER OF REGRET!
THE FINAL, UNFORGIVING DEBT!
(Aaaaah!!!!)
Outro (chopped electric guitar vocals)
(Shouted over the final riff)
MY CROWN!
MY THRONE!
MY SCARS!
MY OWN!
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