Vacancy In Your Throne

[Verse 1]
You turned our place
Into a cracked shell
Empty frames, dirty plates
Same cold, cheap hell
You loved the drama
More than you loved me
Left me talking to the walls
While you scrolled yourself free
[Pre-Chorus]
You called that home?
It was a fuckin’ grave
I dug myself out
You ain’t the one I save
[Chorus]
I moved on, you stayed broken
All your poison words, I leave ’em unspoken
You miss my name like a drug in your phone
But you’re screaming at a vacancy in your throne
I moved on, you’re still bitter
Readin’ old fights like a holy scripture
Cry into the bed that you turned to stone
You’re yelling at a vacancy in your throne
[Verse 2]
You’d slam doors, play the victim
[whispered vocals] “It’s all your fault”
But I got sick of that script
Ripped it straight from the wall
Now I’m eating good
You’re choking on pride
You ghosted my needs
Now you haunt your own life
[Pre-Chorus]
You called that love?
That was just control
You can keep that shit
I reclaimed my soul
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Fuck your late-night “I miss you” texts
Your crocodile tears, your twisted sex
I’m done being the toy you break
Done patching up the cracks you make
[full scream, choir backround]
You lost a king, keep your crown of rust
I turned our dust into something I trust
So bite your tongue till it bleeds and foams
I’m laughing while you rot in your empty “home”
[Chorus]

rap, Heavy metal-trap hybrid with male vocals: downtuned, palm-muted riffs locked to skittering hi-hats and distorted 808s. Fast, aggressive drums with double-kick bursts under the verses; hook explodes with half-time stomp, huge choir stacks, and gang shouts. Vocal delivery swings between venomous rap, screamed lines, and sneering ad-libs. Guitars widen on the chorus while choirs swell for a cinematic rage-release., emotional, metal