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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ashtray morning on the table
Coffee gone cold in my hand
News on
Same old poison
Spilling over this tired land
I feel that fire in my fingers
Jaw locked tight
Teeth pressed
Storm words pounding on my tongue
Begging to be confessed
[Chorus]
By my lonesome
I wrestle with the fever
All these crooked shadows staring back at me
I’m so tired of dancing with corruption
All I ever wanted was a little peace
Anger keeps knocking like a dealer
Selling me a quick
Cruel release
But every time my fists start talking
Something in me just wants to bow my head
Just to bow my head
[Verse 2]
Streetlights hum through the window
Sirens cut through the smoke
Somewhere someone’s pulling triggers
On another bitter joke
I trace scars in the tabletop
Count the ways I could break
Then I hear my mother’s trembling voice
“Son
Don’t make the same mistake”
[Chorus]
By my lonesome
I wrestle with the fever
All these crooked shadows staring back at me
I’m so tired of dancing with corruption
All I ever wanted was a little peace
Anger keeps knocking like a dealer
Selling me a quick
Cruel release
But every time my fists start talking
Something in me just wants to bow my head
Just to bow my head
[Bridge]
I could burn it down
Oh I could
I could paint this town in red
But I’m staring at my shaking hands
Asking what they’d write instead
So I lay this violence on the altar
All this rage I’ve nursed and fed
Let the red run out my knuckles
Turn it into a whispered prayer instead (mmm)
[Chorus]
By my lonesome
I wrestle with the fever
All these crooked shadows staring back at me
I’m so tired of dancing with corruption
All I ever wanted was a little peace
Anger keeps knocking like a dealer
Selling me a quick
Cruel release
So when the dark says
“Come and do it”
I close my eyes and bow my head
I just bow my head
I just bow my head
Details
GeneratedFeb 11, 2026
Duration4:55
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Smoky jazz-blues rock trio, male vocals: brushed drums, walking bass, hollow-body guitar with tremolo and gritty overdrive in the choruses. Verses stay hushed and intimate, close-mic vocal with a touch of tape slap; chorus opens wider with sustained guitar chords, organ pad, and stronger backbeat. Dynamic arc from confessional simmer to controlled burn, then back to a resigned, prayerful fade., blues, deep, jazz
Credits
Prompt by
xsmojo420x
xsmojo420xModelAria v5
Prompt
Jazz, blues rock, by my lonesome, wishing to be free from corruption, all I want to have is peace, but somehow anger finds me, I want to commit violent things, but deep down I just want to bow my head
