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Prince Jackson
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Pop
Prince Jackson was released on February 22, 2026 by Artistfy Music as a part of the album Prince Jackson - Single
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Release DateFebruary 22, 2026
LabelArtistfy Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM122

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
IngoFlamingo
IngoFlamingo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ingo Rinne
Ingo Rinne
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ingo Rinne
Ingo Rinne
Producer

Lyrics

We sat on the rusted fence by the willow tree
Sharing a single wooden sword and a crown we made of leaves
You swore we would sail past the edge of the county line
To build a palace where the sun would never decline
But the soil turned hard and the creek ran dry
We watched our paper birds fall from the sapphire sky
The dust gathered thick on the maps we drew in the sand
As the weight of the world pressed down on every small hand
Now the sky turns a bruised and jagged shade of red
A storm of howling thunder for the words we never said
The peaceful days are shattered by a sudden blinding flash
Turning every golden promise into bitter grey ash
We are clawing at the walls of this narrow ticking cage
Feeding the engine with a cold and quiet holy rage
Looking for a crack in the fabric of the fading light
To tear through the skin of the oncoming night
There is a hollow hum beneath the floorboards of the past
A secret iron door that was never meant to last
I am stepping through the silver blur where the hours bend
Tracing the ghost of a road that has no beginning or end
I see your face in the flicker of a thousand dying stars
Still clutching the dreams that left us with these jagged scars
The clock is spinning backward like a leaf in a gale
Chasing the scent of the path where the wind turned pale
Now the sky turns a bruised and jagged shade of red
A storm of howling thunder for the words we never said
The peaceful days are shattered by a sudden blinding flash
Turning every golden promise into bitter grey ash
We are clawing at the walls of this narrow ticking cage
Feeding the engine with a cold and quiet holy rage
Looking for a crack in the fabric of the fading light
To tear through the skin of the oncoming night
Written by: Ingo Rinne
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