Prompt / 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
Tags
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
Duration
3:57
Instrumental
No
Created
3/23/2026