The Strings Are Cut

[Intro]
You wanted a puppet—here’s the fucking strings
Cut them yourself; hear the whole room ring

[Verse 1]
You sold me a sermon with a boot on my neck
Called it a blessing, called the bruises respect
You wear that clean grin like a badge made of tin
I know what you are when the cameras go dim

[Pre-Chorus]
Keep your hands clean
Keep your mouth fed
Keep your little kingdom
Built on the shit you said

[Chorus]
Fuck you—take your throne and choke on the view
Fuck you—for every lie you dressed up as truth
You don’t own my name, you don’t own what I do
Say it with me: fuck you, fuck you

[Verse 2]
You want my silence, you want my fear on a leash
A nice little target that won’t bare its teeth
But I’ve got your number carved under my skin
And I’m done letting cowards call the damage a win

[Pre-Chorus]
Keep your hands clean
Keep your mouth fed
Keep your little kingdom
Built on the shit you said

[Chorus]
Fuck you—take your throne and choke on the view
Fuck you—for every lie you dressed up as truth
You don’t own my name, you don’t own what I do
Say it with me: fuck you, fuck you

[Bridge]
[Voice 1]
You made a monster?
[Voice 2]
No, you made a witness.
[Voice 1]
You want forgiveness?
[Voice 2]
You can fucking miss it.
[Both]
No crown. No leash. No last word from you.
I’m still here, and I’m done being useful to you.

[Final Chorus]
Fuck you—take your throne and choke on the view
Fuck you—for every lie you dressed up as truth
You don’t own my name, you don’t own what I do
Say it with me: fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you—hear the whole room answer you
Fuck you—nothing left to prove to you

[Outro]
You wanted a puppet.
The strings are cut.
Fuck you.

Industrial metal fused with post-hardcore, alternative metal, and theatrical shock rock. Tense syncopated low-tuned guitar riffs, clanging metallic percussion, distorted bass, pounding live drums, and brief abrasive electronic textures. Trade lines between a gritty male lead with controlled snarling intensity and a second higher, raw shouted voice; collide them in gang-shouted choruses. Verses stay tight and percussive, pre-choruses build with dissonant guitar swells, choruses hit wide and blunt, bridge drops to a sparse menacing pulse before a final explosive chorus. Aggressive, confrontational, darkly theatrical, rough-edged modern mix with clear vocal separation.