

Prompt / 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
Tags
rap, Hybrid of screamed male vocals and snarled rap over chugging down-tuned guitars, double-kick blasts, and 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 bass, handclaps, and banjo before the full band slams back in. Vocals push from close-mic whispers to full-throated roars., bluegrass, death metal, metal
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3/8/2026