

Prompt / Lyrics
Verse 1 You sit high on your throne then cussed Pointing fingers like you’ve earned trust. Words decorate your harrowed shrine Secondhand animated rage is so divine Never once bled, but your preaching fake pain Throwing looks in a black windowpane. Pre‑Chorus You’ve got opinions, we don’t care Print a faux t-shirt so you can wear Chorus Armchair critic, shouting from the sidelines, Tear it down with your recycled punchlines. Armchair prophet, crowned in contradiction, You love to disrupt, so fear the friction. Yeah, talk big — but you’d never risk it. Sit back down, you armchair critic. Verse 2 Your truth crashed in a wild tailspin A hollow scream in a metal trash bin. You measure worth by who you shame, But never once thought who’s to blame You want the glory to crush your enemy Lame backseat driver is what we see Pre‑Chorus You’ve got opinions like piss in a water gun, Afraid to return when the damage is done Chorus Armchair critic, shouting from the sidelines, Tear it down with your recycled punchlines. Armchair prophet, crowned in contradiction, You love to disrupt, now fear the friction. Yeah, talk big — but you’d never risk it. Sit back down, you armchair critic. Bridge Create a war you’ll claim to fight, Fuel a revolution on the couch tonight. You want the crown without the weight, A hero’s story will start to fabricate. Final Chorus Armchair critic, yells from a cheap seat, Empty words created in a raging tweet Armchair prophet, master of the mimic, Repeating the lies, your final gimmick Yeah, talk big — but you’d never risk it. Fade to silence, you armchair critic.
Tags
Punk / Thrash
2:56
No
1/2/2026