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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I grabbed my six-string in a fit of despair
Shut the door tight like the world wasn’t there
Tears in my eyes like a rainstorm at night
The quiet hum turned my wrongs into rights
[Verse 2]
Pluckin' chords that'd shout what I couldn't say
My room was a haven where the hurt couldn't stay
The frets knew the whispers I couldn’t scream
Each strum was a crack in the dark of my dreams
[Chorus]
I was talking to God through six metal strings
Pouring out the pain that the silence brings
Each note
A prayer that never felt wrong
In my room with my guitar
The world was my song
[Verse 3]
The walls knew secrets I’d never let loose
My amp was a preacher my pick had no truce
Echoes of anger danced on the floor
The louder I played the less my heart tore
[Bridge]
Oh
What a strange way to heal the ache
Fighting my demons with a riff and a break
Outrage and sorrow in a melody’s flame
Burning inside ‘til it didn’t feel the same
[Chorus]
I was talking to God through six metal strings
Pouring out the pain that the silence brings
Each note
A prayer that never felt wrong
In my room with my guitar
The world was my song
Details
GeneratedMay 10, 2025
Duration2:50
LanguageEnglish
Style
electric guitar-driven, pop punk, male vocals, raw energy, pop
Credits
Prompt by
Sacr3dghost
Sacr3dghostModelAria v4
Prompt
When I was a kid and I was upset, I go to my room pull out my guitar and start talking to God sometimes I’d be crying pop punk, male
