

Prompt / Lyrics
Verse 1 Black and white beneath our feet, Cold tiles counting every beat, We’re standing on the same old ground, But hearing such a different sound. You trace the light along the wall, Haloed shadows when they fall, I feel the cracks, the heat, the flame, Same reflection, different name. Pre-Chorus We’re looking through the same doorway, But the glass is cut two ways. Chorus On these black and white checkered floors, Truth splits clean, then splits some more, You see an angel, wings and grace, I see a demon face to face. Same old room, same open door, Different gods we’re praying for, On these black and white checkered floors, You see heaven—I see war. Verse 2 Every step’s a choice we make, Every smile could be a fake, You hear hope inside the choir, I hear hunger, I hear fire. You call it faith, I call it fear, Both feel real when they’re this near, Lines are sharp, no shades of gray, Not tonight, not anyway. Pre-Chorus We’re reading from the same old page, But we don’t agree on the age. Chorus On these black and white checkered floors, Truth splits clean, then splits some more, You see an angel, wings and grace, I see a demon face to face. Same old room, same open door, Different gods we’re praying for, On these black and white checkered floors, You see heaven—I see war. Bridge Maybe light needs dark to shine, Maybe wrong gives shape to right, If I stepped into your view, Would your angel fracture too? If you stood here in my skin, Would my demon let you in? Final Chorus On these black and white checkered floors, We’re both certain, both unsure, You see an angel reaching down, I see a crown turned upside down. Same heartbeat, different score, Same beginning, different lore, On these black and white checkered floors, Two truths walk—one door. Outro So tell me now, when the tiles fade out of sight, Are we wrong… Or just standing on opposite sides of the light?
Tags
Dubstep, Trap beat violin, Epic
3:43
No
1/1/2026