Needle Rain Motel by ByteBaddi3 - Zona

Needle Rain Motel

Track · May 1, 2026 · English

Needle Rain Motel

ByteBaddi3

Duration

4:44

Language

English

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

I sold my name by the hour

Under a busted motel sign

Blue marks on my arms like rivers

I keep crossing every line

The room smells like rain and bleach

My shoes by the door, all worn

I stare at the crack in the mirror

Like it knows what I was born

[Pre-Chorus]

And I can't tell

If I'm sleepin' or sunk

My hands shake hard

When the night goes blunt

I keep hearin' my own voice

Sayin' "don't, don't run"

[Chorus]

I don't wanna go on

I don't wanna go on

Hold me down

When I come undone

I don't wanna go on

I don't wanna go on

Say my name

Till the dark lets go

[Verse 2]

The needle's a mean little prayer

That I keep sayin' wrong

It takes and it takes and it takes

Till the morning's almost gone

I laugh at men with empty hands

Then I turn and ask for more

Like a ghost with red heels on

Knockin' softly at the door

[Pre-Chorus]

And I can't tell

If I'm broke or numb

My heart swings low

Like a loaded drum

I keep hearin' my own voice

Sayin' "stay, stay, stay"

[Chorus]

I don't wanna go on

I don't wanna go on

Hold me down

When I come undone

I don't wanna go on

I don't wanna go on

Say my name

Till the dark lets go

[Bridge]

If there is a spark in me

It's buried under the cold

A hand on my shoulder

Could pull me back whole

Just one clean morning

Just one open road

Just one small reason

To lay down this load

[Final Chorus]

I don't wanna go on

I don't wanna go on

Hold me down

When I come undone

I don't wanna go on

I don't wanna go on

Say my name

Till the dark lets go

I don't wanna go on

I don't wanna go on

Hold me down

When I come undone

Style

rockslow-burn alt-rock with bruised half-time drumsgritty palm-muted guitars in versesa pre-chorus that opens into ringing chordsand a chorus that slams with stacked harmonies and snare cracks. close-mic female vocalraspy doubles on key linesecho throws on the hooktape hiss and amp hum between phrasesfinal chorus widens with crashing cymbals and a broken-string lead.rock

Prompt

A prostitute addicted to IV heroin who feels lost and doesnt want to go on anymore, rock

Credits

Prompt by

ByteBaddi3

GeneratedMay 1, 2026

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