Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Pulled up late Red glow Back door Pocket full of paper Heart on the floor Strobe on skin Bodies in a row Laugh too loud Act like I don’t know [Pre-Chorus] Head spinning Hand itching Bad angel Good addiction Cheap perfume Crawls up my clothes I’m not proud But I still go [Chorus] Big bills Bad decisions Throw it all Lose my vision Touch the sky Touch temptation I’m alive I’m alive in the fiction (yeah) Big bills Bad decisions Sweat Shame And superstition If I fall It’s my religion I’m alive I’m alive in the fiction (hey!) [Verse 2] Face in smoke Heartbeat off-beat Lost my name Somewhere in that seat Glitter on my tongue Can’t taste regret I swear I’ll stop Just not yet [Pre-Chorus] Head spinning Hand itching Bad angel Good addiction Every “don’t” Echoes in my throat I say “never” Then I choke [Chorus] Big bills Bad decisions Throw it all Lose my vision Touch the sky Touch temptation I’m alive I’m alive in the fiction (woah) Big bills Bad decisions Sweat Shame And superstition If I fall It’s my religion I’m alive I’m alive in the fiction (yeah) [Bridge] I don’t need this I still need this (need this) Hate that feeling Still I feed it (feed it) Pocket’s empty Pulse on fire I’m the liar I’m the choir (oh) [Chorus] Big bills Bad decisions Throw it all Lose my vision Touch the sky Touch temptation I’m alive I’m alive in the fiction Big bills Bad decisions Sweat Shame And superstition If I fall It’s my religion I’m alive I’m alive in the fiction
Tags
rock, Aggressive rage-mumble rock with blown-out guitars, distorted 808-style low end, and rapid-fire hi-hat patterns. Male vocals, half-yelled, half-slurred, buried in a wall of fuzz. Verses feel claustrophobic and choppy; chorus explodes into a massive gang-chant hook with octave doubles and screamed ad-libs. Short feedback squeals and glitchy stutters between lines keep the energy chaotic and unhinged.
Duration
3:15
Instrumental
No
Created
2/22/2026