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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Alarm clock screaming like a cop in my ear
Same four walls
Same stains
Same fear
Got a boss with a smile like a parking ticket
Talk big faith but the floorboards crickets
Standing in line for a promise on sale
They wrap the chains in a nice fat bail
Teacher said
“Play nice
Climb that ladder”
I climbed so high just to see it doesn’t matter
[Chorus]
I’m fed up
Bled out
Done with this circus
All of their sermons
None of it worth it
If this is the dream
Then I’m waking up reckless
Tear it all down
Burn it down for breakfast
Yeah
I’m fed up
Bled out
Screaming my message
Tear it all down
Burn it down for breakfast (hey!)
[Verse 2]
They sell pills for the ache they created in us
Paint gold teeth on a rusted-up bus
Preach “work hard” from a velvet seat
While we trade years for a little white receipt
Mom’s two jobs just to cover the light
Dad drinks dust just to sleep through the fight
They call it order when they crush your doubt
I call it poison and I’m spitting it out
[Chorus]
I’m fed up
Bled out
Done with this circus
All of their sermons
None of it worth it
If this is the dream
Then I’m waking up reckless
Tear it all down
Burn it down for breakfast
Yeah
I’m fed up
Bled out
Screaming my message
Tear it all down
Burn it down for breakfast
[Bridge]
[Guitar riff slashes through
Drums half-time]
Line up
Pay up
Keep your head low
That’s what they chant through the dead-eyed glow
But I’d rather choke on the truth I’m screaming
Than live one more day in their quiet little prison (woah)
[Chorus]
I’m fed up
Bled out
Done with this circus
All of their sermons
None of it worth it
If this is the dream
Then I’m waking up reckless
Tear it all down
Burn it down for breakfast
Yeah
I’m fed up
Bled out
Carve it in wreckage
Tear it all down
Burn it down for breakfast
Details
GeneratedMar 23, 2026
Duration3:57
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Grungy blown-out rock; dropped-tuned rhythm guitars grinding under a huge, distorted bass that drives the groove. Heavy, live-room drums with crashing cymbals and a trashy snare; electric guitar used for stabbing accents and a searing mid-song riff. Weathered male vocals, strained but agile, moving from muttered verses to a throat-ripped, shout-along chorus. Energy ramps fast, plateaus at full fury, then ends on a raw, choking last line and ring-out., male vocals, electric, talented, grunge
Credits
Prompt by
LonnoRampa
LonnoRampaModelAria v5
Prompt
Grunge, Rock, Barn burner, Rebellious, Song about being fed up with the system and life, heavy bass, heavy drums, electric guitar as accent, weathered male voice, talented vocals
