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Lyrics
[Intro]
Hey, just a moment, I gotta speak
Something's wrong on this plate, it's Thursday
My steak’s been through the fire again
All I asked was medium rare, not blackened pain
[Verse 1]
I watch it sizzle, hear the cries
A plea for pink beneath the charred disguise
Time and again, I send it back
A ritual of hope, fading to black
[Pre-Chorus]
It’s just a simple request I make
But my plate becomes a battlefield today
Yearning for tender, I’m left to lobby
Against the flames that burn my copy
[Chorus]
Oh, why do you scorch what I need just right?
A love so rare, lost in the fight
My appetite, a broken song
Waiting for a chef who won’t do me wrong
[Bridge]
Second chances, I plead in vain
Each time I hope, I feel the pain
A burnt-out love, a taste of sorrow
Dreams of perfect, no more borrowed
[Outro]
So I’ll send it back again tonight
Hoping someday you’ll get it right
Until then, I stand alone
With a medium-rare love, overcooked and gone
Details
GeneratedDec 4, 2025
Duration2:56
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark heavy metal, intense breakdowns, eerie guitar melodies and. Switch between harsh screams & angelic clean vocals
Credits
Prompt by
SwampRabbit
SwampRabbitModelAria v5
