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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
There’s a room in my head
With no door, no key
Some days it’s a riot
Some days it’s just me
I wear a grin like armor
To keep the flood in line
But the cracks show early
When the wall won’t shine
[Pre-Chorus]
They point like they know
They talk like it’s simple
Hands on the glass
Calling me brittle
I bite down hard
On the shame they sold
But the dark keeps breathing
Through the cracks I hold
[Chorus]
Broken halo, don’t you stare
Broken halo, still I’m here
You call it weak
I call it war
I’m not your shame
I’m more, I’m more
Broken halo, don’t you stare
Broken halo, still I’m here
[Verse 2]
I’ve seen the fear in their faces
When my truth walks in
Like a storm in the hallway
They don’t let begin
“Pull yourself together”
That’s what they always say
Like a bruise on the spirit
Can be prayed away
[Pre-Chorus]
They point like they know
They talk like it’s simple
Hands on the glass
Calling me brittle
I bite down hard
On the shame they sold
But the dark keeps breathing
Through the cracks I hold
[Chorus]
Broken halo, don’t you stare
Broken halo, still I’m here
You call it weak
I call it war
I’m not your shame
I’m more, I’m more
Broken halo, don’t you stare
Broken halo, still I’m here
[Bridge]
[Half-time]
If I shake, I’m alive
If I fall, I rise
Not a monster in disguise
Not a lie in your eyes
Give me room
Give me names that heal
I’m not what you fear
I’m what you conceal
[Solo]
[Instrumental Break]
[Final Chorus]
Broken halo, don’t you stare
Broken halo, still I’m here
You call it weak
I call it war
I’m not your shame
I’m more, I’m more
Broken halo, don’t you stare
Broken halo, still I’m here
Broken halo, still I’m here
Details
GeneratedAug 4, 2026
Duration4:43
LanguageEnglish
Style
Nu metal fused with 1980s metal, downtuned groove riffs and galloping leads over stomped half-time drums; verse rides tense, syncopated chugs, pre-chorus opens into climbing tom fills, chorus hits with big anthemic guitar stacks and gang vocals, bridge drops to a cold half-time rumble before a final solo lift. Distorted male vocals with layered shouts, snarled doubles, and echoed hook lines. Ear candy: reversed cymbal swells, pick-scrape transitions, stadium claps, and a whammy-dive sting into the last chorus. Bright, crushing, and wide in the mix., metal
Credits
Prompt byMichael Nickerson
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A metaphorical look into mental illness, the issues involved and the unfair social stigma, numetal and 1980s metal fusion, male
