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Lyrics
[Intro]
House on a fault line
Dishes in the sink still shake
TV glow on cracked drywall
Three hearts wide awake
[Verse 1]
I clock in, clock out, wear my teeth to dust
Boss says "grind," but the gears don't trust
Every headline bleeding through my screen again
Feels like the sky’s got stitches, won’t hold in the rain
Bills on the table like a losing hand
Hopes on hold, on mute, on demand
I keep pacing that same four feet of floor
Got a key in my palm, still no door
[Chorus]
Little world on fire
But I still hold you both in my hands
Standing in the wire
Getting cut just to feel I still can
If the whole thing breaks
If it all falls down on me
I’ll bleed, I’ll crawl, I’ll shake
To be the man you say you see
[Verse 2]
She’s scrolling through faces she’ll never meet
Perfect smiles, perfect lies, perfect little deceit
At the school gate, same stare, same brand names
She laughs on cue, but the jokes feel strange
Apron on, but her armor’s thin
Hides her hurt in a second skin
"Do I talk too loud, am I dressed too cheap?"
She rehearses every word just to get some sleep
[Pre-Chorus]
In this town of cardboard saints
We’re cracked paint, we’re raw complaints
But under all these quiet fights
Our hands still find each other in the night
[Chorus]
Little world on fire
But I still hold you both in my hands
Standing in the wire
Getting cut just to feel I still can
If the whole thing breaks
If it all falls down on me
I’ll bleed, I’ll crawl, I’ll shake
To be the man you say you see
[Verse 3]
She’s six years small in her oversize shoes
Drawing stars on the soles like a secret clue
Lunchbox love note, folded three times tight
"Daddy, did I do okay? Did I get it right?"
Teacher says she’s quiet, "maybe too polite"
She keeps her tears tucked behind her bite
‘Cause she heard us whisper rent in the other room
Thinks her A plus smile might erase our gloom
[Bridge]
[ guitars drop to clean; vocal almost spoken ]
I see you, kid
With your brave little grin and your trembling lid
You don't gotta save me
You don't gotta tame me
You can spill your fear on my tired chest
You can be a mess
I’ll do the rest (yeah)
[Breakdown Rap]
World’s torn up, yeah, the seams all show
But we stitch with these late-night talks real low
I’m rust and regret, I’m a shattered plan
Still, your tiny hand fits my busted hand
To my wife at the window, eyes red with doubt
You’re the reason this house ain’t burning out
You twist that ring when you feel too much
But you turn this hell into human touch
We ain’t rich, but we’re stubborn as stone
We plant soft words in the hardest zones
Let ‘em laugh, let ‘em judge from their borrowed thrones
We build a kingdom out of broken phones
[Chorus]
Little world on fire
But I still hold you both in my hands
Standing in the wire
Getting cut just to feel I still can
If the whole thing breaks
If it all falls down on me
I’ll bleed, I’ll crawl, I’ll shake
To be the man you say you see
[Outro]
[drums half-speed, guitars ringing out]
If the streets cave in, if the sky turns red
We’ll still pass jokes around the dinner bread
You, my love, my storm, my friend
You, my kid, my chaos, my second chance to mend
This strange torn-up place can come for me
Long as you’re here
I’m who I’m meant to be
Details
GeneratedJan 19, 2026
Duration3:56
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Hybrid alt-metal and rap, down-tuned guitars over a grinding half-time groove, male vocals switching between intense spitfire verses and soaring, anguished hooks. Thick bass, sharp snare, occasional eerie clean guitar motifs. Choruses bloom with stacked harmonies and a desperate, anthemic lift; final section adds gang vocals and floor-tom thunder for a cathartic climax., world, alternative metal
Credits
Prompt by
ThePumpkinKing
ThePumpkinKingModelAria v5
Prompt
Create a song with rap and alternative metal of man trying to find success in a strange torn up world, a wife trying to fit in, and a daughter trying to be the little girl her daddy needs her to be
