Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Cold straps bite my wrists Leather taste on my tongue Buzzing lights above Name and number spun Photos on the table Girls in frozen frames Every stare a mirror Every mirror says my name [Chorus] I burn in the chair of my own making Hear my last plea God Can You take it To the one that crawled out of my shadowed throat Grant me grace Grant me grace But the silence starts to choke [Verse 2] Bleach sting in the hallway Bootsteps Distant Slow Priest recites a language I pretended not to know Your face in the witness glass Eyeline sharp as wire You don’t blink You don’t flinch You just watch me meet the fire [Chorus] I burn in the chair of my own making Hear my last plea God Can You take it To the one that crawled out of my shadowed throat Grant me grace Grant me grace But the silence starts to choke [Bridge] I carved you into nightmares You stitched yourself to day I branded skin with terror You walked You walked away Now copper floods my mouth I spit a broken prayer (forgive me) You stare right through my skull Like I’m already not there [Chorus] I burn in the chair of my own making Hear my last plea God Can You take it To the one that crawled out of my shadowed throat Grant me grace Grant me grace But the silence starts to choke [Outro] Current climbs my spine Everything goes white Last spark of a butchered heart Swallowed by your quiet spite
Tags
metal, Down-tuned groove metal with dissonant guitars, chugging mid-tempo riff that locks with a double-kick march; verses are tense and claustrophobic with barked, near-spoken male vocals, chorus opens into a wide, desperate roar with layered screams and a haunting clean line shadowing the melody; brief feedback-soaked breakdown before the final chorus, tom-heavy fills and sharp cymbal stabs push the execution-room drama to a crushing climax, electric
Duration
3:09
Instrumental
No
Created
2/10/2026