Wolves in My Chest

[Intro – dark guitar riff & heartbeat bass]
There’s a storm where my heart should be.
I can hear the growl beneath my ribs.
It’s not hate, not love,
just something wild that refuses to die.

[Verse 1 – low vocal, tense rhythm]
I used to whisper your name like prayer,
now it sounds more like warning.
I still dream in black and white,
but the mornings keep bleeding red.
All the calm I built has teeth now,
biting through my sleep.
I tried forgiveness,
but it doesn’t bite back.

[Pre-Chorus – gritty melodic tone]
If peace is the cage,
then rage is the key.
And I don’t want saving—
just let me breathe free.

[Chorus – shouted/sung with distortion]
I got wolves in my chest,
scratching to get out.
Every heartbeat’s a howl
I can’t quiet down.
You call it anger—
I call it truth.
This is what love becomes
when it can’t find you.

[Verse 2 – rap-poetry blend, tribal percussion]
They said pain makes poets,
but it made me a weapon instead.
I learned rhythm from heartbeats,
lyrics from the dead.
Every scar’s a stanza,
every breath, a verse.
I tried to sing soft,
but the wild always comes first.
I’m not lost,
I’m just loud enough to live.

[Bridge – half-sung, half-screamed]
Don’t tell me to calm down,
my calm burned with the bridge.
Don’t tell me to move on—
you left me running in circles.
I feed the fire,
’cause cold never kept me warm.

[Chorus – reprise with full band build]
Wolves in my chest,
scratching out the scars.
Every beat I make
is another broken star.
If love’s supposed to heal,
then why’s it still sharp?
I wear my pain proud—
that’s my art.

[Breakdown – echoing drums & whispered growls]
You can’t tame what’s already free.
You can’t fix what doesn’t bleed.
I’m not angry anymore—
I’m alive.

[Outro – fading heartbeat bass]
When the night gets too quiet,
I still hear them breathing.
Not hate. Not grief.
Just the wild reminding me
I survived.

Male vocal, dark indie-rock hip-hop fusion with tribal drums, raw energy, emotional and cinematic atmosphere