Lyrics
[PROMPT: 90s grunge • 82 BPM • drop-tuned filthy guitars • dark melodic verses • raw strained male vocal • quiet/loud dynamics • cryptic revenge theme • ugly distortion • explosive half-time breakdowns • haunting backing vocals • no polished production]
[INTRO — clean guitar, feedback humming]
They built their stairs from broken backs,
clean white teeth in a room painted black.
Every hand they shook left something dead,
still the crown fits nice on a crooked head.
I kept my hands where the daylight could see,
swallowed every nail they handed to me.
Funny how the wolves get warm inside
while the decent freeze for choosing a side.
[PRE-CHORUS — bass climbs, drums get heavier]
I counted every stone.
Every name.
Every little match
that never found a flame.
[CHORUS — HUGE distorted guitars / screamed harmonies]
GIVE IT BACK!
Everything you buried underneath!
GIVE IT BACK!
Every pound of blood between your teeth!
You climbed so high on somebody’s bones—
don’t look down now…
WE’RE COMING FOR WHAT WE’RE OWED.
(what we’re owed…)
(what we’re owed…)
[VERSE 2 — dirty palm-muted riff]
Saints get holes where the medals should hang,
snakes get gardens and a prettier name.
I watched good men disappear in the dirt
while the worst ones learned what innocence was worth.
So keep your palace.
Keep your throne.
Keep pretending you built it alone.
There’s a sound underneath your floor tonight—
just the old dead wood learning how to bite.
[PRE-CHORUS — vocal cracking]
No halo left.
No other cheek.
Some debts grow teeth
when nobody speaks.
[CHORUS — louder / backing screams]
GIVE IT BACK!
Everything you buried underneath!
GIVE IT BACK!
Every pound of blood between your teeth!
You climbed so high on somebody’s bones—
don’t look down now…
WE’RE COMING FOR WHAT WE’RE OWED.
[BREAKDOWN — HALF TIME / crushing riff / screamed vocal]
I DON’T WANT YOUR SORRY.
I DON’T WANT YOUR SHAME.
I WANT THE SCALE TO MOVE
WHEN I PUT DOWN YOUR NAME.
[guitar scrape]
You fed the fire.
You locked the door.
You taught the quiet
what its teeth were for.
[STOP — dead silence]
NOW HEAR THEM GRIND.
[FINAL BREAKDOWN — slowest, heaviest riff]
One for the liar.
Two for the thief.
Three for the hands
that strangled belief.
No judge.
No prayer.
No clean white stone.
Just footsteps getting louder…
AND THE BILL COMING HOME.
[FINAL CHORUS — desperate screamed lead + layered harmonies]
GIVE IT BACK!
Every goddamn thing you stole!
GIVE IT BACK!
There’s a ledger underneath your soul!
You climbed so high—
[music cuts]
Now fall alone.
[OUTRO — feedback / whispered vocal]
Good men remember.
Quiet men know.
Everything taken…
(comes home…)
(comes home…)
(comes home…)
[feedback swells, abrupt cut]
Style
90s grungeslow heavy guitarsdark melodic riffsraw gritty male vocalshaunting versesexplosive chorusdirty tonenglish
Credits
Prompt by
TheBroken
TheBrokenGeneratedAug 19, 2026
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