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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hands on my throat
but he said it was love
Door slammed, dead bolt
I learned to stay tough
Stepmom in a cage
Birth mom just a name
Grandma with her rosary
praying over my rage
Four little faces
watch me fall apart
I put cartoons on
to cover up my scars
[Pre-Chorus]
I was raised on chancla and prayers
Old school rules, old school stares
"Girl, be quiet, life ain't fair"
But the ghosts still sleep in my chair
[Chorus]
This is my razor wire lullaby (ahh)
Screaming my story, I won't lie (I won't lie)
PTSD in my veins, but I
turn every bruise to a battle cry
I'm breaking every chain he tied
You can't bury me alive
This is my razor wire lullaby
Watch me crawl, then rise
[Verse 2]
Head full of flashbacks
He’s the monster in the hall
But I got four reasons
never letting myself fall
Pills on the counter
tears in the sink
Grandma says "mija,
you’re stronger than you think"
I shake when they shout
I flinch at the door
But I stand in the mirror
and swear I’m worth more
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, I was raised on tough love and guilt
On slammed plates, fractures in the quilt
But my daughters, my sons, they will
only know hands made to build
[Chorus]
This is my razor wire lullaby (ahh)
Screaming my story, I won't lie (I won't lie)
PTSD in my veins, but I
turn every bruise to a battle cry
I'm breaking every chain he tied
You can't bury me alive
This is my razor wire lullaby
Watch me crawl, then rise
[Bridge]
I am the storm that he made
the calm that my babies crave
I am the girl that survived
and the woman that will not hide
(Yeah) for every night I bled
I lay armor round their bed
He locked us in his hell
I kicked down the cell
[Chorus]
This is my razor wire lullaby (ahh)
Screaming my story, I won't lie (I won't lie)
PTSD in my veins, but I
turn every bruise to a battle cry
I'm breaking every chain he tied
You can't bury me alive
This is my razor wire lullaby
Watch me burn, then rise
Details
GeneratedJan 29, 2026
Duration3:29
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Hybrid rap-metal with female vocals, downtuned guitars in a grinding half-time groove, 808-infused kick under the riffs. Verses start almost whispered with brittle clean guitar and sparse bass, then explode into screamed hooks and open chords on the chorus. Occasional cinematic choir pads in the background for a haunted feel; final chorus stacked with gritty harmonies and a raw, nearly unedited vocal take up front., metal, female vocals
Credits
Prompt by
spookymama04
spookymama04ModelAria v5
Prompt
Physically mentally abused that he locked up stepmom high birth mom gone raised by a old school, Hispanic grandma while I'm ill mother of four babys depressed PTSD, rap, metal female voice
