Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Old rope swing in my parents' yard
One frayed knot where my hand got scarred
I still taste rust in the summer air
Blood on the bark like it put it there
[Verse 2]
You taught me pride with a clenched-up jaw
"Stand up straight
Be the hammer
Not the straw"
But every word hit bone
Not stone
Turned my chest into a metronome
[Chorus]
I break the branch
Not my own throat
Cut these splinters in the rope
You tied your rage around my name
I walk away
You keep the blame
I break the branch
I cut the cord
Leave your shadow on the porch
You raised a ghost you can't provoke
I'm done with splinters in the rope
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
I used to flinch at the floorboard creaks
Count your steps
Hold my breath
Grind my teeth
Now every creak is a war drum call
My fear stands up
Watches you fall
[Chorus]
Style
folkhybrid of raw folk storytelling and modern metalcore/nu-metal: detuned acoustic and baritone electric in drop tuningsyncopated chugs with pinched harmonics woven around a ghostly picked folk motif. verses sit on a tightpalm-muted groove with low male growls tucked under a close-mic’d vocal; choruses explode into highstrained melodic belting over wide power chords and gang shouts. sub drops and tom-heavy fills mark transitionswith a middle-eight that strips to cracked vocal and acoustic before slamming back in.metallowmetalcore
Prompt
folk, Modern metalcore / nu-metal hybrid: drop-tuned guitars, syncopated chugs, pinched harmonics. Verses ride a tense, palm-muted groove with low male growls; chorus explodes with high, strained melo
Credits
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HollowVotive
HollowVotiveGeneratedJan 9, 2026
ModelAria v5
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