Lyrics
[Intro]
They wear my face
Talk in my voice
Who’s in this body?
Who made that choice? (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Woke up in a room that I know, but it feel off-center
Same four walls, but the paint got teeth, tryna bite my temper
Every shadow got a badge and a barcode, watchin’ my breath
Every mirror like a man in a mask tryna mime my death
See my hands but they move on their own
Hear my name in a static tone
Little whispers in a language of stone
Say sign here, this your soul on loan
Skin too tight like a stolen coat
Thoughts too loud, every word they quote
Tiny wires in the back of my throat
Make me say things that I never wrote
[Chorus]
They walk in my skin like a hallway (hallway)
Laugh in my head in the dark
Evil eyes hidin’ in the always
Tryna turn my heart to a mark
Pull my strings like a cold puppeteer (pull ’em)
Tell me every nightmare is real
If this ain’t me standin’ here
Then who’s holdin’ the wheel? (who?)
[Verse 2]
Every car that pass too slow, I’m convinced that it circle me
Every neighbor on the porch with a script, tryna learn my circuitry
Papers on the table with a code I can’t read, but it breathes
Hear it hissin’ in the ink like, “Stay, don’t leave”
I blink and the ceiling crawl
Little shapes on the peeling wall
Say jump, say trust the fall
Say the suit in the corner call
Feel claws in my throat when I talk
See prints in the air where they walk
Hear chains in the gaps of the clock
Time slip, mind trip, door lock
[Chorus]
They walk in my skin like a hallway (hallway)
Laugh in my head in the dark
Evil eyes hidin’ in the always
Tryna turn my heart to a mark
Pull my strings like a cold puppeteer
Tell me every nightmare is real
If this ain’t me standin’ here
Then who’s holdin’ the wheel?
[Bridge]
Is that you in my pupils?
Or just ghosts in the glass?
Is that thought really truthful?
Or a script from the past?
If I burn every paper
If I tear this mask
Will I find my maker
Or just more of the mask? (more of the mask)
[Chorus]
They walk in my skin like a hallway
Laugh in my head in the dark (so dark)
Evil eyes hidin’ in the always
Tryna turn my heart to a mark
Pull my strings like a cold puppeteer (cold)
Tell me every nightmare is real
If this ain’t me standin’ here
Then who’s holdin’ the wheel?
Style
rapbrooding trap beat with detuned bellsdistant choirsand warped 808s. verses in tightly stackedparanoid triplet flowslots of space between bars. hook leans into a hypnoticchant-like melody with doubled male vocals and eerie ad-libs tucked in the sides. occasional reverse reverb swells and glitchy stutters to mirror fractured reality.
Prompt
Being controlled by evil cia people as a schizophrenic basics demons or demonic energy haunting me wearing my skin, rap, trap dark
Credits
Prompt bySmoothTone533
GeneratedMar 14, 2026
ModelAria v5
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