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[FIELD RECORDING: RAIN ON CORRUGATED STEEL]
Another eye for another lie
Roll the cart through the gutter tide
Twenty creds for a Kiroshi mark
Twenty more if it sees in the dark
I ain't seen shit in seven years
Traded my corneas for a pair of ears
Now I hear the chrome that's crying out
Every failed implant, every broken snout
---
[CHORUS - shouted, off-mic]
GUTTER PROPHET! HEAR ME SCREAM!
GUTTER PROPHET! BROKEN DREAM!
I see your future in a dead man's lens
SPARE SOME SCRAP FOR YOUR DYING FRIENDS
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[VERSE 2]
Synth-lungs wheezing in apartment 4B
Sounded like a dying apology
Subdermal grip that won't release
Every clenched fist praying for peace
I hear your elbow squeal at night
I hear your spine when you're not right
I'm no prophet, I'm no saint
I'm just a garbage can that hears complaints
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[PRE-CHORUS - rapid fire]
Creak. Whine. Grind. Snap.
Give me your eddies and I'll give you the map
Creak. Whine. Grind. SNAP.
Your biomon's lying about the heart attack
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[CHORUS]
GUTTER PROPHET! STILL SCREAMING!
GUTTER PROPHET! STILL DREAMING!
I sold my eyes so I could hear
EVERY DROWNING CHROME TEAR
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[BREAKDOWN - bass solo through blown speaker, then spoken]
"Seventy-three pairs of eyes in this cart.
Seventy-three lies I'm about to start.
You want to know if your girlfriend's chip is clean?
She ain't. She never been. Next."
[Crowd boos. Cart wheel squeaks violently.]
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[VERSE 3 - half-time, sinister]
They found a corpo in a dumpster last week
His neural port still trying to speak
Kept whispering stock tips from a week ago
"Buy. Sell. Buy. Sell. No."
I pulled the port. I heard the truth.
He was dead since Tuesday morning, forsooth.
I sold his last command to a ripperdoc's kid.
Gutter Prophet. Twenty creds a lid.
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[GUITAR SOLO - sloppy, no bends, just palm-muted rage]
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[OUTRO - shouted over cart wheels and rain]
GUTTER! GUTTER! GUTTER PROPHET!
I CAN'T SEE YOU BUT I NEVER STOPPED IT!
ROLL THE CART! COUNT THE DEAD!
GUTTER PROPHET SEES YOUR...
sees your...
[SOFT, CONFUSED]
...wait. where'd the chorus go?
[CRASH - cart tips over. Eyes roll everywhere.]
[FADE ON SINGLE EYE - optical lens spinning on wet concrete]
Details
GeneratedJun 14, 2026
Duration3:34
LanguageEnglish
Style
male,thrash punk, maelstrom, cyberpunk
Credits
Prompt by
AsheTheHyena
AsheTheHyenaModelAria v5.5
