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Lyrics
[Intro]
काला आईना
टूटा चेहरा
किसका सच है
किसका खेल है
[Verse 1]
I’m the stain on my own teeth
Bite down, taste rust, feel the grief
Every thought like a slow car crash
Seatbelt made of my old backlash
Skip frames, heart rate jump cut, hush
Nails in my tongue when I talk too much
I’m the joke and the punchline both
Tie my worth like a twisted rope
[Chorus]
I hate that I’m still breathing
Like a bad song stuck on repeat
Every day I keep deleting
But the file crawls back from the heat
Mirror, mirror, keep on screaming
Show the monster, skip the meat
I hate that I’m still breathing
I hate that I’m still me
[Verse 2]
[fast flow]
Click clack, brain on attack, I’m
Half dead, half snack for the rats inside, I’m
Self-made cage in a skin tight suit
Every word bruise, every thought bare root
Black rain drip from the cracks in my skull
Laugh track playing when my heart goes dull
I’m a glitch in a god you invented drunk
Just bad code in a secondhand trunk
[slow, dragged delivery]
Face paint peeling in the bathroom light
Jawline shaking, pick another fight
With my own shadow, chewing my name
Spit it on the tiles like a curse, like a stain
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[whispered vocals]
Peel me back
Layer by layer
Find nothing
Find prayer
[low vocal register]
Stare at my hands
They don’t feel mine
If hell has a lobby
I’m stuck in the line
[growled ad-lib]
“Next, next, next”
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 12, 2026
Duration3:08
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Hybrid industrial trap-metal with male vocals. Opens on sparse, detuned sitar samples and low drones; kick and sub emphasize 40–60 Hz in long, menacing pulses. First verse whiplashes between blastbeat-pattern drums and glitchy stutters for the fast rap, then collapses into half-time with dragged snares and distorted bass growl. Chorus is chant-like, gang vocals over grinding guitars and synthetic choirs. Second half slows, drums swing, vocals sink into a sneering, Manson-esque drawl with layered whispers and octave doubles. Mix embraces harsh saturation and abrupt rhythmic left turns; leave space for theatrical breaths and spoken asides., slow
Credits
Prompt by
CMJB4EVER
CMJB4EVERModelAria v5
Prompt
Kim Dracula style, change rhythm often, bass from 40-60hz. Fast rap then slow rap, depression style self hating. Marylin Manson style as well. Indian language beginning. Dark lyrics. Fast then slow.
