Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I woke up with the weight again
Cold floor, hard luck, same sin
Black bread in my pocket, thin
No prayers left, just the grin
My hands been dirty for too long
Every good thing came out wrong
I kept the fire, fed the lie
Now the smoke crawls in my eyes
[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me who I was before
Before the lock, before the door
Now I hear it in my chest
A wolf that never found rest
[Chorus]
I’m burning in the deep end
(Suffering in sin)
I’m burning in the deep end
(Suffering in sin)
If I call out, who comes through?
I built this hell, I live in you
[Verse 2]
Mama said, boy, watch your steps
I left her house with my regrets
Stained white shirt, bruised-up knuckles
Laughing loud through broken trouble
One more taste, one more night
One more lie to feel alive
But the mirror don’t let me sleep
It keeps my ghosts on repeat
[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me who I was before
Before the lock, before the door
Now I hear it in my chest
A wolf that never found rest
[Chorus]
I’m burning in the deep end
(Suffering in sin)
I’m burning in the deep end
(Suffering in sin)
If I call out, who comes through?
I built this hell, I live in you
[Bridge]
I tried to wash it off my skin
River ran, came back with sin
I bit my tongue, I fed the flame
Every scar still says my name
[Chorus]
I’m burning in the deep end
(Suffering in sin)
I’m burning in the deep end
(Suffering in sin)
If I call out, who comes through?
I built this hell, I live in you
Details
GeneratedJun 27, 2026
Duration3:28
LanguageEnglish
Style
Trip-hop angry rap with a slow head-nodding breakbeat and thick sub pulses; verse rides sparse drums and warped bass, clipped snare hits, and dusty vinyl crackle. Pre-chorus strips to bass hum and drum ghosts, then chorus lands heavier with a grim chant. Raspy male vocals, close-mic and cracked, with doubled hook lines, low murmured ad-libs, and tape-worn transitions. Dark, gritty, intimate mix., male vocals, breakbeat, slow, rap
Credits
Prompt by
SoulfulDrum546
SoulfulDrum546ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Trip-hop angry rap with a slow head-nodding breakbeat, thick sub pulses, dusty vinyl crackle, and clipped snare hits; verse rides sparse drums and warped bass, raspy male voice, suffering in sin
