

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Clock clicks slow Same four walls Bills on the table Hope in her calls She comes home late Ink on her sleeve “I think this is it” I barely breathe [Pre-Chorus] She laughs like she did at twenty Eyes on fire Hands still shaking Says “If I get this We’re leaving” I say “Kick that door wide open” [Chorus] You got the call We got a life now New blood in our name Can you feel it? (feel it) You took the hit Now we rise out From the grind From the grey We can breathe it You broke that chain they swore would never break Now every mile we drive is ours to take [Verse 2] Coffee gone cold Phone starts to ring She stares at the screen Afraid to answer anything Then her face splits wide Tears cut clean “I got the job” Like a light through gasoline [Pre-Chorus] She jumps in my arms We’re spinning Kitchen floor turns to a ceiling Says “We can fix this Really fix this” I say “This is how winning’s feeling” [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] We’ll trade these nights of counting coins For mornings where we’re counting time No more praying that the card runs through Just to keep the power line [guitar solo] [Bridge] We circle dates on a brand new calendar Talk too loud about the towns we’ll see She earned every inch of this road we’re on She carried my weight Now she’s carrying me [Chorus]
Tags
metal, Hybrid progressive metal meets dark alternative R&B. Down-tuned polymeter guitars lock with a swung, sub-heavy groove; verses stay low and menacing with sparse chords, intimate male vocals half-sung, half-spoken. Chorus detonates with wide distorted stacks, syncopated drums, and soaring top-line. Bridge strips to bass, filtered kit, and reverb-drenched lead guitar before a final full-band hit., electric, alternative r&b, progressive metal
4:28
No
1/11/2026