**Song Title: "Twisted Choke"**
**Genre: Horrorcore / Doom Trap**
**Tempo: 50 BPM** (Ultra-slow, crushing, cinematic)
Heavy distorted 808s every 4-8 beats, deep sub bass that rattles bones, eerie horror strings, pitched-down screams, long atmospheric reverb. Every word drags like sinking in filth.
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**[Intro]** (50 BPM – Distorted spoken, labored breathing, distant screams)
Yeahhh… mind gettin’ twisted…
Blood in my throat…
Where the fuck am I…
( sub hits like failing organs )
**[Verse 1]** (Slow, menacing flow)
All of a sudden… my mind gets twisted…
Demons crawlin’… deep inside my head…
Choking blood up… out my throat…
Vision blurry… body barely… hold…
How far am I now… am I gonna hit the ground… and choke…
Gravity draggin’ me… straight to hell… real slow…
Black blood drippin’… on the floor… steal the show…
Feelings that don’t… involve me…
Ghosts in my chest… tryna dissolve me…
I have no control… of the dark…
It owns my soul… ripped me… apart…
**[Chorus]** (Dramatic, growled + melodic, massive space)
You’re just gonna leave me… anyways…
I’ll slip out the back… so it don’t leave a mark…
Quietly I’m wondering… where do I fit in…
I can’t decide… if the feeling… is mine…
Twisted…
Chokin’…
Blood on my lips… while the darkness… is smokin’…
Leave me…
Break me…
This horror in my veins… got me permanently… shakin’…
**[Verse 2]** (Slower, more hopeless)
Shadows crawlin’… up the walls… they whisper my name…
Voices tellin’ me… to end it… play the game…
Heart pumpin’ black… veins full of rage…
Paranoia got me locked… in this bloody cage…
You said forever… now you runnin’… like a bitch…
Left me drownin’… in the void… flip the switch…
I’ll carve my exit… no trace… no spark…
Slip out the back… leave the whole world… dark…
Am I real… or just a glitch… in the system…
Nightmare fuel… horrorcore… victim…
No control… the abyss got the wheel…
Screamin’ silent… while I bleed… what I feel…
**[Verse 3]** (Introspective, building disgust)
I write these songs… like I’m ever gonna be missed…
Who will listen… when I’m gone… and who will forget the rest…
Pour my pain in every bar… like it’s worth a damn…
But I’m just a shadow… fading in the wind…
I don’t know which product… made me this way…
Broken assembly line… defective from the start…
Every lyric… another nail… in my own coffin…
Wonder if they’ll play this… when I’m rottin’…
Or just skip to the next… forget my name…
Another lost soul… swallowed by the game…
**[Verse 4]** (New – gritty, filthy, slow aggressive delivery)
These fucking roaches… are crawling on this table… like they own it…
The day one stopped… and asked me for a light… means I’m fried…
And it’s twisted… I’m just sick… of this shit…
Can’t tell if the bites… are from the roaches… or the bed bugs…
I have to just shake… my head… at this shit…
Crawlin’ on my skin… while the walls close in…
Filth in my lungs… mixed with the blood again…
Liv
Ashonedge
