Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Cash-count glow in a piss-soaked lot Cold trunk open Brick-wrapped rot Rusted hood up Gun grip sweats Three dead phones One last bet Burnt spoon moon on a broken dash Teeth grind tight while the seconds crash Wrong weight Wrong face Pupils thin Glove box coughs and the metal grins (hnngh) [Chorus] Grind the deal Let the concrete feed Red mist bloom From a watered-down key Shotgun sermon At the altar of greed Grind the deal Till the rats all bleed (ree-ee-eee) [Verse 2] Sirens distant like a dying hive Backseat hogtied Still half-alive Boot on throat in a gravel spray “Count again or you die today” Bag splits open Drywall snow One click Two Then the world blows slow Jawbone skipping on the oil-stained ground Soul climbs out through a ruptured sound (ugh) [Bridge] Face in the curb Taste of rust Teeth in the dust Stained trust Steel tongue speaks Last appeal Wrong turn Wrong night Wrong deal (wrong deal) [Chorus] Grind the deal Let the concrete feed Red mist bloom From a watered-down key Shotgun sermon At the altar of greed Grind the deal Till the rats all bleed [Chorus] Grind the deal Where the faint hearts crack Short bags burn And there’s no way back Stare down God Through a shattered shield Grind the deal Let the graveyard seal (ree-ee-eee, ugh)
Tags
metal, Relentless death metal assault; HM-2 sawblade guitars over blistering double-kick and rapid-fire blasts. Verses tight and jagged, riding palm-muted tremolo; chorus drops into a half-time slam with layered gutturals and high-pitched squeals. Sudden stop-start punches, pinch harmonics, and dissonant chord stabs for maximum violence; male vocals trading low tunnel growls and tortured highs., death metal
Duration
2:56
Instrumental
No
Created
3/15/2026