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[Verse 1]
I kissed that bottle, called it grace
Held that pill like it knew my name
Laughing hard with a glass in hand
Till it robbed me blind, took more than pain
I let the smoke sit in my chest
Thought that hunger meant I was blessed
But it emptied out my home, my hands
Left me staring at a stranger’s bed
[Pre-Chorus]
Now I see it clear
What I held so dear
Turned to ash and rust
What I lost, I must
[Chorus]
I’m getting it back
Slowly, I’m getting it back
Faith in my bones
Trust in my soul
I’m getting it back
Slowly, I’m getting it back
Higher power, lead me home
Lead me home
[Verse 2]
Mama’s photo, cracked and dim
I used to think I was too far in
But every tear that hit the floor
Was a key to the locked-up door
I learned the hard way, one black night
What steals your breath can steal your life
Now I choose the harder road
With open hands and a steady soul
[Pre-Chorus]
Now I see it clear
What I held so dear
Turned to ash and rust
What I lost, I must
[Chorus]
I’m getting it back
Slowly, I’m getting it back
Faith in my bones
Trust in my soul
I’m getting it back
Slowly, I’m getting it back
Higher power, lead me home
Lead me home
[Bridge]
If I fall, I’ll rise again
If I break, I’ll breathe again
There’s a light in my wreckage
Calling me by name
No more chains in my mouth
No more poison in my veins
I’m reaching for the mercy
That was waiting all this time
[Final Chorus]
I’m getting it back
Slowly, I’m getting it back
Faith in my bones
Trust in my soul
I’m getting it back
Slowly, I’m getting it back
Higher power, lead me home
Lead me home
I’m getting it back
Yeah, I’m getting it back
(Lead me home)
(I’m getting it back)
Details
GeneratedJun 15, 2026
Duration4:29
LanguageEnglish
Style
Blues rock metal with a slow-stepping 94 BPM riff, dirty slide guitar verses, tom-heavy pre-chorus lift, and a half-time chorus that opens into stacked gang shouts; female vocals with gritty close-mic lines, doubled hook phrases, and a raw low harmony on the last word. Riser swells into each chorus, tape-saturated guitar feedback between lines, and a final lift with shouted ad-libs and ringing crash cymbals. Mix is thick, warm, and punchy with a scorched amp edge., metal, rock, blues
Credits
Prompt by
Batman
BatmanModelAria v5.5
Prompt
female, blues, rock, metal thought drugs and alcohol were my friend, but they weren't. They took everything that was precious to me. I'm getting it back slowly in faith and trust in my higher power
