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Lyrics
[Intro]
Turn that shit up.
Bad habits, bad blood, bad intentions.
My whole life’s been a near-death experience.
[Verse 1]
Give me a call, baby, I’m down to ride,
If you’re down to die, get the fuck inside.
Black leather seats, pills on the dash,
Half tank of gas, pocket full of cash.
Tattoos on her thighs, devil in her eyes,
Cheap motel room under blood-red skies.
She says, “Give me something dangerous.”
I say, “What the fuck you think I came here for?”
Whiskey on my breath, blood on my shoes,
Head full of static, nothing left to lose.
Every angel I knew turned fake,
So I slow dance with demons wide awake.
[Chorus]
I’m slow dancing with my demons
So I don’t get left behind.
Devil riding shotgun,
Destruction on my mind.
Speeding down the interstate,
Going one-oh-five.
If I see flashing lights,
I’m gonna keep going till I die.
GO! GO! GO!
Till the engine fucking blows,
Till the road eats me alive.
I’m slow dancing with my demons
Just to feel a little high.
[Verse 2]
Ancient symbols carved into the wall,
Smoke and liquor while the shadows crawl.
Sex, drugs, violence, sirens outside,
Living like death is just along for the ride.
Powder on the mirror, liquor in the glass,
Every night’s a funeral, make the good shit last.
Scars from things I don’t discuss sober,
Enemies multiply, friends grow colder.
Keep running your mouth, keep pushing that line,
Don’t be surprised when trouble starts to fly.
You want a war? Then fuck around and see,
I’ve got enough demons already hunting me.
[Breakdown]
SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP.
You don’t know me!
You don’t know where I’ve been!
You don’t know what the fuck
I keep buried underneath my skin!
I fucked with death!
She fucked me back!
Now every goddamn night
I hear her scratching at the glass!
DROP!
[Verse 3]
One-oh-five, one hand on the wheel,
Too fucked up to know what’s fake or real.
Bass hits hard, make the whole car shake,
Another drink, another beautiful mistake.
Bad little thing with her hands on my throat,
Whispering filthy shit while she pulls me close.
Two disasters in a king-size bed,
Making promises neither one meant.
Fuck being saved.
Fuck being clean.
I’ve seen what they call heaven—
It ain’t what it seems.
[Final Chorus]
Give me a call, baby, I’m down to ride,
If you’re down to die, stay by my side.
You wanna step up? Better watch that line,
I’m slow dancing with my demons
So I don’t get left behind.
Speeding down the interstate,
Going one-oh-five.
Flashing lights behind me,
Middle finger to the sky.
SEX! DRUGS! BLOOD! LIES!
Everybody wants heaven—
We’re having more fun tonight!
[Outro]
SLOW DANCE WITH MY DEMONS!
I DON’T NEED SAVING!
I DON’T NEED YOUR LIGHT!
If hell wants me,
Tell that motherfucker—
GET IN FUCKING LINE!
Details
GeneratedAug 22, 2026
Duration5:00
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark industrial trap-rock/nu-metal, 142 BPM, minor key. Mechanical drones, 808s, distorted guitars, raw vocals
Credits
Prompt bySELLER
ModelAria v5.5
