Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Doors hiss open Neon hums on my skin Plastic bags, plastic dreams Late shift, let me in Cold case halo Condensation halos my face I’m in the aisle like a pilgrim Tiny shrine in this place Sake on the middle shelf Label peeling, crooked grin Microwave singing As the steam rolls in Inari in a plastic boat Sweet rice, soy on my tongue Cheap grace, cheap seat This is where I’m young [Chorus] Konbini, konbini, konbini, I love you (hey!) Sake, sandwiches, highballs in my view Oden steam rising like a church for the ruined Whisky on my breath, 3 a.m. communion Konbini, konbini, you pull me through Fluorescent heaven in a midnight blue If nobody waits at the end of my route Japan, convenience store, I choose you [Verse 2] Hard rock heartbeat Through the cracked earbuds Factory air on my jacket Still tasting the dust Grab a can, crack fate Little fizz, big escape Salaryman armor All bought in this space Highball in my left hand Right hand ghosts my past Microwave ramen Blinking “start” too fast Oden sticks drip Little storms in the broth I bite down, burn my lip Feel alive in the loss (yeah) [Chorus] Konbini, konbini, konbini, I love you (hey!) Sake, sandwiches, highballs in my view Oden steam rising like a church for the ruined Whisky on my breath, 3 a.m. communion Konbini, konbini, you pull me through Fluorescent heaven in a midnight blue If nobody waits at the end of my route Japan, convenience store, I choose you [Bridge] Doors slide shut But they open for me Barcode beeping Like a heart in 3D Turn my pain into points On a plastic card Soft jazz in the ceiling Over riffs that are scarred (yeah) [Chorus] Konbini, konbini, konbini, I love you (hey!) Sake, sandwiches, highballs in my view Oden steam rising like a church for the ruined Whisky on my breath, 3 a.m. communion Konbini, konbini, you pull me through Fluorescent heaven in a midnight blue If nobody waits at the end of my route Japan, convenience store, I choose you (I choose you)
Tags
rap, Aggressive industrial rap-rock with male vocals; distorted guitars and metallic synths lock into a stomping halftime groove. Verses spit tight, percussive bars over clipped drums and buzzing bass; choruses explode with shouted gang vocals and octave guitars. Tasteful glitch stutters and filtered screams add chaos, then a final drop hits with palm-muted chugs and layered vocal chants., rock, industrial metal, hard rock, industrial
Duration
3:14
Instrumental
No
Created
3/16/2026