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)
Style
metaldark trap with eerie bell plucks and moody pads over a slowheavy bounce. male vocalsclose and half-whispered in the versesopening into a rawshout-sung hook with stacked doubles and distant harmonies. 808 hits feel like gut punches; glitchy risers and reversed crashes swell into a finalabrupt cut on the last word.
Prompt
Kicking it with the devil cause my mental just became a rental for social destruction I have depression that would melt snow flakes, metal, male
Credits
Prompt by
Wicked38
Wicked38GeneratedMar 14, 2026
ModelAria v5
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