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Lyrics
**[Verse 1]**
I apologized to doors for standing in my way,
swallowed every burning thing I should have said that day.
Held the ladder while you climbed and never once looked up
bit my tongue so many times I learned to like the blood.
*(manic laughter)*
**[Pre-Chorus]**
But the saint you built is cracking down the spine,
and something's coming through the halo
and it's mine.
**[Chorus]**
So light it up, I'm done being kind,
I sharpened every knife I left behind.
You loved me best when I was on my knees
well, the good one's dead.
Say hello to me.
**[Verse 2]**
You mistook my mercy for a soft spot in the wall,
kept collecting all my *yes* until I had none left at all.
Now I'm counting up the pieces that I handed out for free
coming back to take them one by one, with interest, sweetly.
**[Pre-Chorus]**
But the saint you built is cracking down the spine,
and something's coming through the halo
and it's mine.
**[Chorus]**
So light it up, I'm done being kind,
I sharpened every knife I left behind.
You loved me best when I was on my knees
well, the good one's dead.
Say hello to me.
**[Verse 3]**
I found the girl I used to be out crying in the rain,
told her
*(pull the bass out under)*
thanks for holding on
*(Bring the bass back)*
then left her in the drain.
Wearing all the ugly things you swore I'd never be,
and honey, they don't fit like armor
they fit like *me*.
**[Bridge]** *(half-time, then explode)*
I'm not the storm you ran from,
I'm the one you fed.
Every "just let it go" is stacking bodies in my head.
No more turning cheeks — I've run clean out of face.
The halo's a crown now...
and God, it fits.
**[Final Chorus]**
So light it up, I'm done being kind,
I kept receipts on everything you signed.
You built the monster, now you're praying she'll leave —
the good one's dead.
Say hello to me.
Say hello to me.
**[Outro]** *(gang vocals, drop to just drums and one screaming guitar)*
The good one's dead.
The good one's dead.
Say hello to me.
Details
GeneratedAug 16, 2026
Duration4:26
LanguageEnglish
Style
Drop-D hard rock: gritty palm-muted verses, snarling vocals, arena-sized chorus with big gang backing, a slow-burn bridg, female
Credits
Prompt byForest
ModelAria v5.5
