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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Steel in my lungs
Salt on my tongue
Name on my mask
Face on no one
Past in a box
Locked, double-fold
Pressure on my chest
Heart turning cold
Eyes on the gauge
Numbers, not names
Up where they talk
Down here, just veins
I sink from the noise
Past what they preach
There are trenches in the world
Where the light don’t reach
[Chorus]
Down in the dark where the light don’t reach
Cruelty swims and the teeth run free
Anonymity, that’s my armor piece
Wise diver in a trance, just follow my speech
Breath slow, let the black sea teach
Every scar is a mark of the deep
If you come this far, then your soul gon’ see
What the world did to you
What you did to you
Where the light don’t reach
[Verse 2]
Bubbles like ghosts
Climb past my eyes
Every small sin
Looks bigger at depth and size
They throw stones up top
Say it don’t hurt
But they never felt weight
Of a word in the dirt
Here we don’t bluff
We already drowned
You can’t fake truth
When you’re this far down
Silence like cloth
Wrapped ‘round my scream
Pressure on my chest
Till it cracks into steam (yeah)
[Chorus]
Down in the dark where the light don’t reach
Cruelty swims and the teeth run free
Anonymity, that’s my armor piece
Wise diver in a trance, just follow my speech
Breath slow, let the black sea teach
Every scar is a mark of the deep
If you come this far, then your soul gon’ see
What the world did to you
What you did to you
Where the light don’t reach
Details
GeneratedFeb 4, 2026
Duration3:18
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Slow, hypnotic trance-rap beat at 78 BPM with pulsing sub-bass, shimmering arps, and distant choir pads; male vocals in a low, calm delivery that grows more intense in the hook. Verses stay minimal with tight kick and snare, hook blooms with stacked, whispered doubles and wide reverb tails. Occasional filtered drops to feel like sinking deeper, then full-frequency surges on each chorus entry., trance, light
Credits
Prompt by
FolktronicGod683
FolktronicGod683ModelAria v5
Prompt
there are regions where light doesn't reach, the dark trenches. where cruelty breathes, anonymity becomes armor, the human heart grows cold in the pressure. its only allowd for wise divers
trance rap
