

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Steel boots by the front door Suit and tie on the chair I scrape my rage off the ceiling So it never hits the air I got a smile for the morning Coffee stains on my sins Kiss your head in the hallway Hide the war beneath my skin [Chorus] I’m dragging these demons on a leash for you They’re screaming in my head but I see you through You My anchor when the waves get rough You My reason when the nights get tough I’m hell on myself But I swear it’s true I’d burn down the dark just to light your room [Verse 2] Little hands on my knuckles Drawing stars on the scars You don’t know what you’re healing When you laugh in my arms Your mama sleeps on my shoulder She still bets on this mess I’m all fire and bad habits She’s the calm in my chest [Chorus] I’m dragging these demons on a leash for you They’re screaming in my head but I see you through You My anchor when the waves get rough You My reason when the nights get tough I’m hell on myself But I swear it’s true I’d bleed out the black just to color your room [Bridge] Some nights I feel that bottle calling (yeah) Some days I feel that old friend rage But you’re standing in the doorway And it pulls me from the edge You’re my storm-bruised halo My castle made of skin I lose every fight inside me Then I come home and I win (come home and I win) [Chorus] I’m dragging these demons on a leash for you They’re screaming in my head but I see you through You My anchor when the waves get rough You My reason when the nights get tough I’m hell on myself But I swear it’s true You’re my rock in the flood My unshaken truth I’ll carry these chains till they fall in two ’Cause I’d walk through that hell just to stay with you
Tags
rock, Grinding hard rock meets post‑grunge grit, sleaze rock swagger in the guitars. Mid‑tempo groove that stomps in the verses, then explodes into an anthemic, shout‑along chorus. Thick distorted rhythm guitars, one filthy lead line weaving between vocal phrases. Male vocals: rough, melodic, pushed on the hook, with gang‑style backing chants on key chorus lines. Big live-room drums, bass glued to the kick; bridge drops to half‑time before a final, triumphant chorus lift., post-grunge, hard rock, sleaze rock
3:16
No
1/19/2026