Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Kicking it with the devil Shoelaces tied to his tail Got a lease on my head now Signed it in panic and shame My thoughts on a key ring Anybody twist They turn Every little comment Another cigarette burn Told me I was special Yeah Especially weak Scroll until the sunrise Still afraid to speak If you walked through my skull You'd need a hazmat suit Graffiti on the walls say “you’re the problem Dude” [Chorus] My mental just became a rental Doors open Anybody walk in Red paint on the “for lease” window They redecorate my sin Social destruction in the lobby They laughing while they tear me apart My mental just became a rental And I’m paying with my heart (oh) [Verse 2] Depression that would melt snowflakes Puddles on my phone screen glare Ice caps in my chest drip Flooding every quiet prayer Metal in my mouth Rust taste when I wake Tears leave tracks on my T-shirt Salt lines like a brake Every laugh feels borrowed From a bank that wants it back Smiles on a credit card Interest in the black If I vanish in the background Would it balance out the room? Or would anybody notice One less ghost in the gloom [Chorus] My mental just became a rental Doors open Anybody walk in Red paint on the “for lease” window They redecorate my sin Social destruction in the lobby They laughing while they tear me apart My mental just became a rental And I’m paying with my heart (yeah) [Bridge] Is there a way to break this lease? Rip it up Release these chains If I hand you all my pieces Would you help me hold my name? I’m tired of the devil Tired of the jokes he makes I want a mind that’s mine again Not something anybody takes [Chorus] My mental just became a rental But maybe I can change that sign White paint over all the warnings Little “under repair” inside Social reconstruction in the lobby One small light against the dark My mental just became a rental But I’m fighting for the deed To my heart (yeah)
Tags
metal, Dark trap with eerie bell plucks and moody pads over a slow, heavy bounce. Male vocals, close and half-whispered in the verses, opening into a raw, shout-sung hook with stacked doubles and distant harmonies. 808 hits feel like gut punches; glitchy risers and reversed crashes swell into a final, abrupt cut on the last word.
Duration
3:09
Instrumental
No
Created
3/14/2026