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Lyrics
The kitchen light hums like a dying star
Half-drunk coffee in a chipped old jar
Bills folded tight like prayers in a pew
Every road I take bends back into you
There’s a crack in the ceiling I know by name
Like the weather inside me never really changed
Outside the traffic moves clean and fast
Inside I’m dragging anchors from the past
And the city keeps singing
“Just hold the line”
While the years disappear
One payment at a time
I’ve got static on the runway
Smoke behind my eyes
Trying to land this heavy heart
Before the engine dies
Everybody wants an answer
I just want a little peace
Somewhere between survival
And the version of me I used to be
Cold blue glow from a midnight screen
Learning systems for a machine
Funny how flying makes sense to me
More than the ground beneath my feet
The children sleep while the washing spins
I wear my tiredness under my skin
And all these ghosts in tailored clothes
Keep telling me that this is growth
But the mirror looks thinner
The soul looks worn
Like a house still standing
After years of storms
I’ve got static on the runway
Smoke behind my eyes
Trying to land this heavy heart
Before the engine dies
Everybody wants an answer
I just want a little peace
Somewhere between survival
And the version of me I used to be
Maybe tomorrow breaks softer
Maybe the tide comes in
Maybe the war isn’t losing
Just because I can’t win
So I lace my boots in silence
And step back into the rain
Still carrying all this weight
Still walking anyway
Details
GeneratedMay 18, 2026
Duration4:14
LanguageEnglish
Style
metal, hard rock, alternative rock, nu metal, epic guitar, guitar solo, shred guitar
Credits
Prompt by
Greyline
GreylineModelAria v5.5
