Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Flicker screen
cold blue glare
Cracked phone face
shows me dead stare
Bite my tongue
till the copper runs
Scroll through ash
while the planet suns
Cheap white pills
in a Ziploc bag
Every little tap
is a red-flag drag
You sell hope
by the metric ton
But it's salt in the wound
till the nerve goes numb
[Chorus]
You put your teeth in the static
you feed on every little panic
You turn my fear into traffic
(are you happy now?)
I see the code in your smile
You stitch my hate into style
I won't be part of your file
I’m burning out
I’m burning out
[Verse 2]
Every word
is a quiet cut
Sweet brand lie
with a razor gut
You dress chains
up as "choice" and "care"
But the fine print laughs
'cause it knows the snare
Sleep deprived
chasing phantom praise
Heart rate spiked
by the empty praise
I'm wide awake
in a dead-end loop
You call it "life"
I call it the noose
[Chorus]
You put your teeth in the static
you feed on every little panic
You turn my fear into traffic
(are you happy now?)
I see the code in your smile
You stitch my hate into style
I won't be part of your file
I’m burning out
I’m burning out
[Bridge]
Strip the mask
tear the brand from bone
Say my name
till it stands alone (hey!)
If your love
comes with terms and tags
I’ll rip it out
with the barcode flags
[Chorus]
You put your teeth in the static
you feed on every little panic
You turn my fear into traffic
(are you happy now?)
I see the code in your smile
You stitch my hate into style
I’m pulling wires from the dial
I’m cutting out
I’m cutting out
Style
aggressive metalcore/post-hardcore with male vocals; drop-tuned dissonant guitars locked to syncopatedstuttering drums. verses ride tremolo-picked discord and guttural lowstight and tensewith sparse bass punches. choruses open into huge half-time crash patternsopen-string dronesand desperate mid-range screamsplus buried chant gang-vocals. bridge collapses into a lurchingglitchy breakdown with choked cymbals and feedback swells before a finalunrelenting chorus reprise.metalcoremale vocalspost-hardcore
Prompt
Aggressive metalcore/post-hardcore, male vocals. Dissonant drop-tuned guitars with syncopated chugs locking to sharp, stuttering drums. Verses are tight and tense with guttural screams over tremolo-pi
Credits
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CROWLDIVIDE
CROWLDIVIDEGeneratedApr 17, 2026
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