Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Black lipstick on a coffee cup Cold rings on my lazy hands Sunday in a thrift-store dress Staring at the ceiling fan Plants half-dead on the windowsill Dust dancing in a crooked beam Phone face-down I let it buzz I like the quiet and the ugly things [Chorus] I am my own dark church Candle wax and chipped black nails No one in my pews And I’m content as hell Alone in this black-haired quiet catastrophe I don’t need your light To feel complete in me [Verse 2] Boots lined up like little graves Books stacked like barricades Heart’s not broken Just on strike From everybody’s masquerade Neighbors laugh through the paper walls I hum along in a lower key Let them chase their sugar highs I’ll keep my sacred apathy [Chorus] I am my own dark church Candle wax and chipped black nails No one in my pews And I’m content as hell Alone in this black-haired quiet catastrophe I don’t need your light To feel complete in me [Bridge] Don’t call it lonely When it feels like peace Don’t call me tragic When I’m finally free Your world’s too loud Your colors bleed I’ll take my shadows They’re all I need [Chorus] I am my own dark church Candle wax and chipped black nails No one in my pews And I’m content as hell Alone in this black-haired quiet catastrophe I don’t need your light To feel complete in me (oh) Alone in this black-haired quiet catastrophe I finally like Who lives inside of me
Tags
rock, Female vocals over a slow-building gothic metal bed: clean, reverb-soaked guitars and airy dark-ambient pads swell into a thick, down-tuned chorus with double-kick bursts and snarling rhythm. Verses stay hushed and intimate, bass pulsing under whispered harmonies; choruses explode with layered screams and soaring top-line. Bridge drops to eerie drones and distant chimes before the final hook hits like a collapsing cathedral., punk, hard rock, gothic metal, alternative metal, dark ambient, alternative rock, ambient, pop, metal, gothic rock
Duration
3:26
Instrumental
No
Created
3/8/2026