Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Wake up with a mouthful of rust
Teeth grind on the same old dust
Every scar on my wrist is a roadmap
Pointing straight back to the same trap
Broke every mirror so I can't see
Still feel that kid in the cracked TV
Yelling at a ghost in my own skin
Swing first, lose friends, still don't win
[Chorus]
I'm stuck in a past that I hate
Punching at the bars of my fate
Try to grow, try to change, still I choke on the rope
Every time I climb up, I just slide down the slope
I'm tired but I can't let go
Of the versions of me that I broke
Trying hard to be good, but I'm carved in the oak
Every promise I make turns to splinters and smoke (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Got mud on my boots from the old road
Every step, same shame, same load
Smile at my folks like I'm all right
Then drink 'til my thoughts start a bar fight
Every prayer feels fake in my throat
Every "I'm fine" just another quote
Tattooed blame in the bend of my arm
Turned my own name into an alarm
[Chorus]
I'm stuck in a past that I hate
Punching at the bars of my fate
Try to grow, try to change, still I choke on the rope
Every time I climb up, I just slide down the slope
I'm tired but I can't let go
Of the versions of me that I broke
Trying hard to be good, but I'm carved in the oak
Every promise I make turns to splinters and smoke (smoke)
[Bridge]
[Breakdown: drums drop, banjo and bass drive a stomping rhythm]
I dig and I dig in the same dirt
Plant better seeds in the same hurt
How many times can I restart
When the rot runs straight through my heart (hey!)
I don't wanna be what I was
But I'm scared I'm stuck in the blood
If I burn that boy in the rearview
Will there be anything left of me too?
[Chorus]
I'm stuck in a past that I hate
Punching at the bars of my fate
Try to grow, try to change, still I choke on the rope
Every time I climb up, I just slide down the slope
I'm tired but I can't let go
Of the versions of me that I broke
If I ever get free, it’ll cost me the ghost
Of the kid that I was
And I miss him the most
Style
raphybrid of screamed male vocals and snarled rap over chugging down-tuned guitarsdouble-kick blastsand banjo stabs. verses ride a half-time groove with syncopated trap hats tucked under the riffs; choruses explode into gang shouts and tremolo-picked chaos. brief breakdown drops to just upright basshandclapsand banjo before the full band slams back in. vocals push from close-mic whispers to full-throated roars.bluegrassdeath metalmetal
Prompt
rap, metal, death metal, bluegrass feeling lost and hopeless trying to be better but still being angry feeling like no matter what you do you just keep fucking things up, being mad at your past
Credits
Prompt bymgoods
GeneratedMar 8, 2026
ModelAria v5
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