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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Teeth on the curb of my own doubts
I keep biting on the bad days, spit ‘em out
Motherfucker, I’m a car crash, all gas
Torn jeans, split knuckles, black mask
Nails in my tongue, still I talk back
Heart in a bag by the train tracks
Every promise that you broke, that you broke
Got me laughing through the choke, through the smoke
[Chorus]
I got a blackout in my chest
Can’t feel love, just feel stress (feel stress)
If you want war, say less
I turn my pain into flesh, yeah
Scream till my throat gives out (give out)
Punch through the fear and doubt
You want the truth? I’m a mess, I confess
With a blackout in my chest
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I’m stitched up with my own hair
Tattooed “don’t care” over “so scared”
Kick the door till the hinges bleed
Turn every scar to a stampede
You said “calm down,” I said “too late”
Turn my rib cage into floodgates
Let the rage run red down my spine
If I break, I break by design (hey!)
[Chorus]
I got a blackout in my chest
Can’t feel love, just feel stress (so stressed)
If you want war, say less
I turn my pain into flesh, yeah
Scream till my throat gives out (give out)
Punch through the fear and doubt
You want the truth? I’m a mess, I confess
With a blackout in my chest (in my chest)
Details
GeneratedMar 27, 2026
Duration2:14
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Rap-punk dark trap hybrid with male vocals; blown-out 808s slam under sharp, distorted electric guitar riffs. Verses ride a halftime swing with snarling, close-mic’d vocals; chorus explodes into gang shouts and layered screams on top of a wider, reverb-soaked riff. Sparse, glitchy fills between phrases, bass drops on hook lines, and a final feedback-drenched breakdown that lets the vocal rage out front., punk, raw, emotional, beats
Credits
Prompt by
FlexG
FlexGModelAria v5
Prompt
Rap punk, dark trap, aggressive and emotional, heavy beats, dark atmospheres, raw vocals, eletric guitar riffs
