Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Pain in my rib cage, I pack it and go
New train, new street, new face at the door
I left that old name folded in smoke
Kept one secret tucked deep in my coat
Miles on the map and a knife on my mind
Cut through the dark, leave the dead weight behind
Don’t ask where I’m from, I won’t say a thing
I learned how to vanish, I learned how to sing
[Pre-Chorus]
Take me out, take me far
Blood on my hands from a life that was hard
I don’t look back when the night gets loud
I’m gone in a blink, I’m a shadow now
[Chorus]
New start, new start
Cut clean, cut hard
Katana in my heart
I keep my secret dark
New start, new start
I’m gone, I’m far
Pain made me sharp
I keep my secret dark
[Verse 2]
Same old ghosts tried to follow my trail
Found only dust and a torn-up mail
One suitcase, one key, one thin white line
Between who I was and the rest of my life
I buried the sorrow under fresh pavement
Swore to the mirror, “You can’t take what I’ve saved”
If I ever fall, let the silence confess
That I ran through the fire and I kept what’s left
[Pre-Chorus]
Take me out, take me far
Blood on my hands from a life that was hard
I don’t look back when the night gets loud
I’m gone in a blink, I’m a shadow now
[Chorus]
New start, new start
Cut clean, cut hard
Katana in my heart
I keep my secret dark
New start, new start
I’m gone, I’m far
Pain made me sharp
I keep my secret dark
[Bridge]
If they come for the truth, let them chase the wind
I was born in the hurt, now I’m born again
One last blade of light on the edge of dawn
I was almost buried, but I carried on
[Chorus]
New start, new start
Cut clean, cut hard
Katana in my heart
I keep my secret dark
New start, new start
I’m gone, I’m far
Pain made me sharp
I keep my secret dark
Details
GeneratedJul 19, 2026
Duration2:17
LanguageEnglish
Style
Hip-hop trap with hard-knocking kick patterns, swung hi-hats, and a cold minor-key loop; verses ride sparse drums and sub-bass, pre-chorus tightens with rising synth tension, chorus opens into stacked chant doubles and a sharp lead stab. Whispered ad-libs, delayed hook throws, vinyl crackle, and a dusty yet punchy mix., rap
Credits
Prompt byLUCEN
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Pain, Travel, new start, katana, death, secret, rap
