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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I left the vault
Dust in my lungs
Blood on my boots
Can’t name what I’ve done
Killing got easy
Click, flash, then gone
Wasteland raised me
Taught me to move on
Hear ‘em all screaming
Inside of my head
Part of me praying
Part of me painted in red
They said “be righteous”
They said “be kind”
But famine and fire
Burn scripture from mind
[Chorus]
These my confessions from the vault, from the vault
Angels in my ear, demons say it’s not my fault
Has it really changed me or revealed what I am
One hand on a prayer, other hand on the plan
I got a piece of me still tryna walk what I was taught
Another piece of me just tryna live and not get caught
If mercy is a luxury, I’m broke on arrival
So I barter with my soul when I’m choosing survival (survival)
[Verse 2]
Step through the ruins
Smoke in my throat
Counting my bodies
Like tally marks wrote
Face in the mirror
Stranger I see
Eyes like a graveyard
Looking back at me
Mama said “baby
Keep love in your chest”
But love never fed us
When hunger pressed
So I move silent
Cold in my veins
Tell myself “last time”
While I line up the aim
[Chorus]
These my confessions from the vault, from the vault
Angels in my ear, demons say it’s not my fault
Has it really changed me or revealed what I am
One hand on a prayer, other hand on the plan
I got a piece of me still tryna walk what I was taught
Another piece of me just tryna live and not get caught
If mercy is a luxury, I’m broke on arrival
So I barter with my soul when I’m choosing survival (survival)
Details
GeneratedFeb 5, 2026
Duration2:20
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Menacing dark trap beat, half-time groove with 808s snarling under detuned bells. Male vocals, close and slightly overdriven. Verses stay tense and confessional, short pauses between bars; hook widens with layered low harmonies and a simple, haunting chant. Occasional riser sweeps and reversed hits to underline key lines, then drop everything but kick and bass for the final hook.
Credits
Prompt by
traphik256
traphik256ModelAria v5
Prompt
rap, dark trap, my confessions I left the vault, killing became a habit in the wasteland, has it officially changed me, apart of me still trying to follow what I was taught, while I choose survival
