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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You called it "teaching me a lesson"
I called it hiding in the dark
Bible open on the table
With your fingerprints like teeth marks
Little girl
Brown skin
Blue pajamas
Counting cracks inside the wall
You said "blood is what will save you"
But you were the one who made me crawl
[Chorus]
I ain't coming back to the bloodline (hey!)
I cut that cord like a rusted chain
Your last name's just a grave sign
Buried in somebody else's shame
You can cry
You can beg
You can pray my name
But I won't forgive what you did in that house
I ain't coming back to the bloodline
And you don't get a daughter now
[Verse 2]
Sunday dress
Tight shoes
Tight throat
You smiled big for every face
Then your hands spoke different language
When the doors slammed on that place
You said "girl
You're just too angry"
Guess you never felt this fire
Every bruise you painted on me
Now it's beating through this wire
[Chorus]
I ain't coming back to the bloodline (no way)
I cut that cord like a rusted chain
Your last name's just a grave sign
Buried in somebody else's shame
You can cry
You can beg
You can pray my name
But I won't forgive what you did in that house
I ain't coming back to the bloodline
And you don't get a daughter now
[Bridge]
You don't get my wedding picture
You don't get my child's first cry
You don't get a seat in the front row
When they ask me how I survived
You don't get to call it "weakness"
When I walk away
Stand tall
You don't get a single "I forgive you"
You get silence
You get walls
[Chorus]
I ain't coming back to the bloodline (oh no)
I cut that cord like a rusted chain
Your last name's just a grave sign
Buried in somebody else's shame
You can cry
You can beg
You can pray my name
But I won't forgive what you did in that house
I ain't coming back to the bloodline
I built my own from the ashes now
Details
GeneratedApr 6, 2026
Duration3:53
LanguageEnglish
Style
metal, Bluegrass-metal hybrid with female vocals: clawhammer banjo and gritty resonator guitar locked to a double-kick groove, distorted fiddle lines mirroring the vocal melody. Verses start sparse with banjo, low toms, and intimate, rasp-edged lead; chorus slams in with drop-tuned guitars, gang shouts, and stacked harmonies. Occasional half-time breakdown with choked cymbals and bowed fiddle drones for drama, then a runaway-train outro where banjo, fiddle, and guitars trade furious fills., bluegrass
Credits
Prompt bymirjuno
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A bluegrass metal mix about never forgiving your parental abuser sung by a black woman
