Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Doors hiss open
Neon hums on my skin
Plastic bags, plastic dreams
Late shift, let me in
Cold case halo
Condensation halos my face
I’m in the aisle like a pilgrim
Tiny shrine in this place
Sake on the middle shelf
Label peeling, crooked grin
Microwave singing
As the steam rolls in
Inari in a plastic boat
Sweet rice, soy on my tongue
Cheap grace, cheap seat
This is where I’m young
[Chorus]
Konbini, konbini, konbini, I love you (hey!)
Sake, sandwiches, highballs in my view
Oden steam rising like a church for the ruined
Whisky on my breath, 3 a.m. communion
Konbini, konbini, you pull me through
Fluorescent heaven in a midnight blue
If nobody waits at the end of my route
Japan, convenience store, I choose you
[Verse 2]
Hard rock heartbeat
Through the cracked earbuds
Factory air on my jacket
Still tasting the dust
Grab a can, crack fate
Little fizz, big escape
Salaryman armor
All bought in this space
Highball in my left hand
Right hand ghosts my past
Microwave ramen
Blinking “start” too fast
Oden sticks drip
Little storms in the broth
I bite down, burn my lip
Feel alive in the loss (yeah)
[Chorus]
Konbini, konbini, konbini, I love you (hey!)
Sake, sandwiches, highballs in my view
Oden steam rising like a church for the ruined
Whisky on my breath, 3 a.m. communion
Konbini, konbini, you pull me through
Fluorescent heaven in a midnight blue
If nobody waits at the end of my route
Japan, convenience store, I choose you
[Bridge]
Doors slide shut
But they open for me
Barcode beeping
Like a heart in 3D
Turn my pain into points
On a plastic card
Soft jazz in the ceiling
Over riffs that are scarred (yeah)
[Chorus]
Konbini, konbini, konbini, I love you (hey!)
Sake, sandwiches, highballs in my view
Oden steam rising like a church for the ruined
Whisky on my breath, 3 a.m. communion
Konbini, konbini, you pull me through
Fluorescent heaven in a midnight blue
If nobody waits at the end of my route
Japan, convenience store, I choose you (I choose you)
Style
rapaggressive industrial rap-rock with male vocals; distorted guitars and metallic synths lock into a stomping halftime groove. verses spit tightpercussive bars over clipped drums and buzzing bass; choruses explode with shouted gang vocals and octave guitars. tasteful glitch stutters and filtered screams add chaosthen a final drop hits with palm-muted chugs and layered vocal chants.rockindustrial metalhard rockindustrial
Prompt
Sake sandwiches highballs inari oden whisky convenience stores in japan i love you, rap, rock, hard rock, industrial, industrial metal
Credits
Prompt by
Rockitfish
RockitfishGeneratedMar 16, 2026
ModelAria v5
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