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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Woke up wrong
Shirt too small
My arms too long
Knuckles drag
Backpack rips like a body bag
Grease on my skin
Sweat burns hot
Something crawling in
Locker room eyes
They all step back when I walk by
[Pre-Chorus]
Is this a curse or a crown?
Growling when the sun goes down
Mom says
"Just a phase
You'll be fine"
But my veins feel wired with some borrowed mind (yeah)
[Chorus]
We’re overnight monsters
Growing out of our own bones
Too big for the mirror
Too weird for our old clothes
Dr. Jekyll in homeroom
Mr. Hyde after the bell
We’re overnight monsters
And it kinda feels like hell (hell, hell)
[Verse 2]
Face on fire
Pits of doom and a swampy choir
Sneakers rot
Every step leaves a poison spot
Voice drops low
Words come out like a busted radio
Can't sit still
Desks look small
And I just want to kill that quiz
[Pre-Chorus]
Is this a glitch in the plan?
Hair on my hands
I don't understand
Teacher says
"Just grow up
Fall in line"
But my heart beats loud like it’s not mine (hey)
[Chorus]
We’re overnight monsters
Growing out of our own bones
Too big for the mirror
Too weird for our old clothes
Dr. Jekyll in homeroom
Mr. Hyde after the bell
We’re overnight monsters
And it kinda feels like hell (hell, hell)
[Bridge]
Greasy
Slimy
Smelling wrong (so wrong)
But stronger every day I’m wronged
If this is what growing means
I’ll tear right through these busted seams (yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
We’re overnight monsters
Growing out of our own bones
Too big for the mirror
Too wild for your old jokes
Dr. Jekyll at dinner
Mr. Hyde out raising hell
We’re overnight monsters
And we’re learning to rebel (oh)
We’re overnight monsters
Guess we’re growing into ourselves
Details
GeneratedFeb 5, 2026
Duration3:17
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Crunchy modern rock with a bratty edge; male vocals sneering in the verses, big gang-shouted hook. Distorted power chords locked with an aggressive bass, dry punchy drums. Pre-chorus opens with tense palm-mutes, chorus explodes with octave guitars and stacked harmonies. Brief feedback squeal and tom build into the bridge, then last chorus hits harder with extra ad-lib screams.
Credits
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LunarOutput334
LunarOutput334ModelAria v5
Prompt
Rock, teenage boys, "transforming into monsters" over night, growing too fast legs and arms too long, greasy slimey smelly, like they took a Dr. Jekkle Mr. Hyde potion.
