

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Laugh in the mirror Teeth feel sharp Jawline shaking Hands on my heart Phone full of smiles Head full of static One wrong word I turn volcanic Bite my tongue Taste rust, taste sugar Every little joke Feels like a trigger I wanna forgive I wanna explode Both feet planted In the middle of the road [Chorus] I’m stuck in the crack of a grin and a scream Split my smile, tear the seams Half of me soft, half gasoline I don’t know which side I believe Do I let it go, do I burn it all down Halo crooked on a rusted crown Laugh or break, I can’t choose Happiness or anger, I’m bound to lose [Verse 2] Friends say “chill” I say “sure” Thumbs type peace My chest wants war Scroll through pictures We look so fine But I remember Every crossed line I bury the fire Under bright small talk But it claws my ribs Every tick of the clock Smile like armor Eyes like a blade Light and the dark Sharing one face [Chorus] I’m stuck in the crack of a grin and a scream Split my smile, tear the seams Half of me soft, half gasoline I don’t know which side I believe Do I let it go, do I burn it all down Halo crooked on a rusted crown Laugh or break, I can’t choose Happiness or anger, I’m bound to lose [Bridge] Maybe both are real Maybe that’s my truth (my truth) Golden cage of calm Bars of brutal proof If I choose rage I torch what I need If I choose joy I choke on the bleed [Chorus] I’m stuck in the crack of a grin and a scream Split my smile, tear the seams Half of me soft, half gasoline I don’t know which side I believe Do I let it go, do I burn it all down Halo crooked on a rusted crown Laugh or break, I can’t choose Happiness or anger, I’m bound to lose
Tags
rap, Metal-trap hybrid with distorted 808s and snarling sub bass, male vocals. Verses ride a half-time trap groove under detuned synths and palm-muted guitars, vocals switching between tight, rhythmic rap and guttural growls. Chorus widens into melodic, anthemic hooks with layered harmonies and open chords; kicks hit like gut punches, bass swells under held notes. Occasional cinematic risers and glitchy stops heighten the push-pull between rage and fragile joy., metal
3:02
No
2/15/2026