Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ashtray on the Bible
Room key on the floor
TV muttering midnight news
Like it knows what I’m here for
Mom called in the morning
I let it ring and ring
Said I’m “finding myself out here”
But I ain’t found a single thing
[Chorus]
In this hell hole at the Holiday Inn
I’m praying to the ceiling fan again
Jesus on the chain ’round my neck
Keeps turning his face from the wreck
Yeah this hell hole
It’s a holy mess
Cross on my chest
Heart in my chest
Mama
I don’t know where to begin
In this hell hole at the Holiday Inn
[Verse 2]
Coffee tastes like metal
My hands smell like smoke
Bag full of torn-up letters
Half apology
Half joke
You said “don’t you become him”
Your eyes sharp as glass
Now I’m counting every bottle cap
Like it might buy me back my past
[Chorus]
In this hell hole at the Holiday Inn
I’m praying to the ceiling fan again
Jesus on the chain ’round my neck
Keeps turning his face from the wreck
Yeah this hell hole
It’s a holy mess
Cross on my chest
Heart in my chest
Mama
I don’t know where to begin
In this hell hole at the Holiday Inn
[Bridge]
Do you hear me
Jesus?
Do you hear me
Mom?
If I pull this fire alarm
Could it drown out what I’ve become?
[Chorus]
In this hell hole at the Holiday Inn
I’m praying to the ceiling fan again
Jesus on the chain ’round my neck
Still watching me circle the drain
Yeah this hell hole
It’s a holy mess
Cross on my chest
Heart on my desk
Mama
I swear I’ll crawl back in
From this hell hole at the Holiday Inn
Style
rockgritty indie rock with male vocalsoverdriven guitarsand a lazy swing to the drums. first verse starts small and drybass pulsing under a roomy kit; chorus explodes with gang vocalswide panned rhythm guitarsand a slightly distorted lead. bridge strips to vocalbassand tambourine before a finalshout-along chorus and abrupt ring-out.indie rock
Prompt
Hell hole, Jesus, mom, indie rock
Credits
Prompt byTurboBlade109
GeneratedMar 11, 2026
ModelAria v5
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