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[Intro]
I woke up with the ceiling coming down
No map, no hand, no way around
[Verse 1]
Phone face-down on a cracked-up table
Every plan turned unstable
Bills in a stack, head in a vice
Everybody wants a piece, nobody asks twice
I keep saying “later,” later never comes
Count the bad news to the kick of the drums
There’s a cold little knot where my patience used to be
And it’s pulling every last good thought out of me
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m not fine, don’t ask me to pretend
I’m at the edge, but I won’t let it end
[Chorus]
What do I do now?
When the whole damn floor gives way?
I bite down, stand up
I refuse to be erased
What do I do now?
When there’s nothing left to trust?
Turn the wreckage into movement
Make a weapon out of dust
[Verse 2]
I tried being calm, tried playing fair
Tried swallowing words till they poisoned the air
Now every cheap promise tastes like rust
Every locked door teaches me who not to trust
No savior coming, no clean escape
Just a pulse in my throat and a choice to make
If the road is a dead end, I’ll tear through the wall
I’d rather break moving than never move at all
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m not fine, don’t ask me to pretend
I’m at the edge, but I won’t let it end
[Chorus]
What do I do now?
When the whole damn floor gives way?
I bite down, stand up
I refuse to be erased
What do I do now?
When there’s nothing left to trust?
Turn the wreckage into movement
Make a weapon out of dust
[Bridge]
No more waiting
No more freezing
No more begging for a reason
If I’m broken, I’m still breathing
If I’m lost, I’m still leaving
[Breakdown]
Get up!
Get up!
Get up!
I am not your casualty!
[Final Chorus]
What do I do now?
I make a door where there was none
I drag my name through the fire
Till the damage comes undone
What do I do now?
I take the next step, then the next
Turn the wreckage into movement
Make a future from the wreck
[Outro]
No map.
No permission.
Still moving.
Details
GeneratedAug 31, 2026
Duration3:44
LanguageEnglish
Style
Aggressive rap-metal fused with hardcore punk, BPM around 150, downtuned distorted guitars, hard live drums, thick bass, abrupt stop-start riffs, explosive gang shouts, gritty male rap verses shifting into yelled hooks, tense verse restraint followed by huge chaotic choruses, raw room energy, clipped industrial vocal saturation, tight punchy low end, minimal polish, cathartic final breakdown.
Credits
Prompt byJamesAnt20
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
I’m not sure what to do now. Shits so fucked. Heavy rap, heavy metal, punk, male
