Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I saw your mask on the tile
Right by the sink
Your hands shook once
Then you looked at me
Like I knew the crime
Cold room, red stain
On the cuff of your sleeve
You said, "Don't ask"
But your eyes said please
So I let you speak
[Pre-Chorus]
Say it low
Say it plain
If it hurts, let it rain
No more lies
No more saints
I can hear your bones complain
[Chorus]
Broken bones
Confess your sins to me
Broken bones
Tell me what you did
Broken bones
Lay it all on me
I don't run
I don't leave
[Verse 2]
You got mud on your knees
And a cut on your pride
One wrong step
Now the whole house knows
What you keep inside
You laughed too hard
At the wrong damn time
Now the mirror talks back
With your own sharp eyes
And your borrowed lies
[Pre-Chorus]
Say it low
Say it plain
If it hurts, let it rain
No more lies
No more saints
I can hear your bones complain
[Chorus]
Broken bones
Confess your sins to me
Broken bones
Tell me what you did
Broken bones
Lay it all on me
I don't run
I don't leave
[Bridge]
If the floor gives way
I'll still be here
If your hands go numb
I'll still hear
Every crack, every name
Every mark, every chain
Come undone
Say it again
[Final Chorus]
Broken bones
Confess your sins to me
Broken bones
Tell me what you did
Broken bones
Lay it all on me
I don't run
I don't leave
Broken bones
Confess your sins to me
Broken bones
Tell me what you did
Broken bones
Lay it all on me
I don't run
I don't leave
Style
dark rock-trap hybrid with a smooth half-time bounce and moody syncopationdriven by 808 bass hitspunchy tomsand low guitar stabs; verse rides sparse drums and clipped guitarpre-chorus tightens with rising toms and filtered choir texturechorus hits wider with stacked doubles and gang shouts on the hook. grimy lead vocal in verseswetter ad-libs and delayed repeats on the hook word. ear candy from reversed swellssub dropsand a brief guitar scrape before the final chorus. brightly crushed mix with heavy low-end and sharp top.smoothlowrockbouncemoody
Prompt
Dark rock-trap hybrid with a smooth half-time bounce and moody syncopation, built on 808 bass hits, punchy toms, and low guitar stabs; verse rides sparse drums . Broken bones confess your sins to me.
Credits
Prompt byBoldOrbit623
GeneratedJun 12, 2026
ModelAria v5.5
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