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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I wake up mean in a stranger's bed
Cheap perfume and a ringing head
Hands full of ash, pockets full of lies
Another bad choice in a borrowed sky
Smoke on my tongue, glass in my brain
I keep on dancing with a loaded name
Laughing too loud, acting untied
But the beast in my chest ain't satisfied
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm slipping, I'm slipping
Down the blade
One more sip
And I fade
Mama, I know
I crossed that line
Something in me
Lost its mind
[Chorus]
Black ice choir, sing my name
Black ice choir, feed the flame
I'm going under, hard and fast
If I don't stop, I won't last
Black ice choir, hear me roar
I'm not the man I was before
[Verse 2]
Cuffed to the night with a silver chain
Neon in my veins, but it's all pain
I call your name, then I tear it down
Needle in the dark makes another sound
I kiss like a sinner, lie like a saint
Leave a trail of wreckage where I ain't
My hands keep shaking, my jaw locks tight
I see red doors in the middle of night
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm slipping, I'm slipping
Down the blade
One more hit
And I break
Mama, I know
I crossed that line
Something in me
Lost its mind
[Chorus]
Black ice choir, sing my name
Black ice choir, feed the flame
I'm going under, hard and fast
If I don't stop, I won't last
Black ice choir, hear me roar
I'm not the man I was before
[Bridge]
Hear that crack in the mirror sound?
That's me falling through the ground
Not a king, not a chosen son
Just a storm I can't outrun
Save me now or shut the door
I don't know what I fight for
I want out, I want air
I want dawn somewhere
[Final Chorus]
Black ice choir, sing my name
Black ice choir, feed the flame
I'm going under, hard and fast
If I don't stop, I won't last
Black ice choir, hear me roar
I'm not the man I was before
Black ice choir, drag me back
Pull me out of the fire black
Details
GeneratedAug 18, 2026
Duration4:14
LanguageEnglish
Style
Metal opera with hard-rock swagger, halftime stomp, syncopated riff chugs, and a funk-edged low end; verse rides tense palm-muted guitars and gritty bass, pre-chorus strips to toms and gang-vocal taunts, chorus opens with stacked harmonies and shouted doubles, bridge drops to a haunted clean guitar and one raw voice before the final eruption. Filtered risers, snare flam hits, and reversed cymbal swells between sections; mix is huge, sharp, and cinematic with a filthy club-floor edge., opera, metal, hard rock, funk, rock
Credits
Prompt bybluballlzz
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Rock metal opera. Funk bout my drug addiction making me do bad shit like sleeping around an d I’m slowly decending into madness ready to kill, metal, hard rock
