

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Found my jacket on the floor Tiny scars in the fabric Every thread Every torn little door Teeth marks from the frantic Closet smells like old rain Dead air Stale in the corners Tiny kings on the wool and the grain Silent Patient devourers [Chorus] The moths leaving holes in my clothes Like nobody knows Like nobody knows Like a smorgasbord for the dusty winged little hoard Eat me slow The moths leaving holes in my clothes Like nobody knows Like nobody knows Like a smorgasbord for the dusty winged little hoard Till I’m nothing but a ghost in these folds [Verse 2] Every bite is a year Vanishing under my fingers I put it on It just falls Disappears All that weight never lingers You can’t see what they take But I feel every fiber Pulling loose like I’m starting to fray From the collar to the inner liner [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] Pick me clean Thread by thread Little mouths In my head [full scream] Let ’em feast On what I wore ’Cause under this skin I’m already torn [Chorus]
Tags
metal, Early-2000s metalcore grit with dropped-tuned guitars, dissonant chords, and halftime breakdowns. Verses are tight and rhythmic around palm-muted riffs; chorus opens up with wide, screamed-gang vocals doubling a melodic lead. Dry, punchy drums with aggressive snare, bass locked in on chugs, brief dissonant lead guitar textures in the bridge. Male vocals that flip between harsh screams and strained melodic hooks.
4:06
No
1/11/2026