Lyrics
love, hate
Violate fate,
Intimate
Midnight snow
Looking low,
Go.
White lace,
just a Trace
Space
lies in bed
But instead
Dead
Mocking us
frivolous
Lust
painted skies
Self-demise
Lies
Ending here,
Cannot steer
Fear
Style
somberintrospectivesoft rock with beautiful music woven perfectly in it and some symphonic harmonies like sad violin
Credits
Prompt by
MadMadMuzik
MadMadMuzikGeneratedDec 5, 2025
ModelAria v5
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