Lyrics
Feeling like my head is split in two trying to find my way back to you but all the rot and carnage in our way has me filled with nothing but dismay you can’t pick apart the past you can’t make the future last echos of a dying sun spitting venom from our viper tongues.
Style
rapmetalindieambient
Credits
Prompt bySolarSynth76
GeneratedOct 13, 2025
ModelAria v4
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