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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?
Details
GeneratedMar 14, 2026
Duration2:54
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Brooding trap beat with detuned bells, distant choirs, and warped 808s. Verses in tightly stacked, paranoid triplet flows, lots of space between bars. Hook leans into a hypnotic, chant-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.
Credits
Prompt bySmoothTone533
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Being controlled by evil cia people as a schizophrenic basics demons or demonic energy haunting me wearing my skin, rap, trap dark
