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Lyrics
The seed of pain… where does it grow??? Your face is his, no memories, forever lost, forever sewed… … …
No tears for you stranger, a mocking bird bellows below. Lift him from the sheets, fish breathing, I’m sorry son… it’s my time to go.
The seed of pain… where does it grow??? Your face is his, no memories, forever lost, forever sewed… … …
Old body and soul turned to a shell now, hope your old body and soul turns the tables in the next somehow….
The seed of pain… where does it grow??? Your face is his, no memories, forever lost, forever sewed… … …
The seed of pain… where does it grow??? Your face is his, no memories, forever lost, forever sewed… … …
Pace maker, looking like a pack of cigarettes in his chest. Skin and bones tell it all from the rest.
The seed of pain… where does it grow??? Your face is his, no memories, forever lost, forever sewed… … …
Lay peacefully in 1830 house motel with no keeper... I’ll see you again old man, drinking Whiskey with Mr. Grim Reaper.
The seed of pain… where does it grow??? Your face is his, no memories, forever lost, forever sewed… … …
Details
GeneratedMay 15, 2026
Duration3:44
LanguageEnglish
Style
Male voice, angry, acoustic, humming
Credits
Prompt byCalmLion154
ModelAria v5.5
