Lyrics
[Verse]
Needles hum, symphony of scars,
Carving hope beneath the Mars,
Ink spills truth where tears ran dry,
Turned pain to crescents in the sky.
[Chorus]
Tattoo tales on skin that's torn,
Phoenix flames where grief was born,
Machine's my scalpel, heart the map,
Healing beats in a grunge trap.
[Verse 2]
Lines etch dreams in shadows cast,
Chasing demons, make 'em past,
Whispers seep through dermal deep,
Broken stories you won't keep.
[Bridge]
Every wound a silent hymn,
Copper ghosts sing through the skin,
Pain transforming, cracks to gold,
Growth delivered, tales retold.
[Chorus]
Tattoo tales on skin that's torn,
Phoenix flames where grief was born,
Machine's my scalpel, heart the map,
Healing beats in a grunge trap.
[Verse 3]
Scabbing truths on canvassed folds,
Art of war on strife that molds,
From ash to ache, rebirth I chart,
An artist's therapy, a healer's heart.
Style
male vocalsrapgrunge rapgrungetrap
Prompt
Tattooing is my way of therapy telling someone’s story through their skin replacing one pain with another of growth my talent with the machine is my purpose to help to heal, male, trap, grunge rap
Credits
Prompt byMrJ
GeneratedApr 14, 2025
ModelAria v4
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