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Lyrics
[Intro]
One, two
One, two, three, four
[Verse 1]
Tiny hands on the blackboard
Drawing bones in red
Lunchbox full of ash and chalk
Pillowcase of dread
We built a throne from broken teeth
And called it playtime
Now the hallway splits my name
Like a blade on a line
[Pre-Chorus]
Count the cracks
Count the stains
Tiny mouths
Singing pain
[Chorus]
Crayon mausoleum
Crayon mausoleum
Little voices, iron lungs
Crayon mausoleum
Crayon mausoleum
We bite the bell and sing it once
[Verse 2]
Shoes by the door like warning signs
Fingers in the dark
Paper crowns and stitched-up eyes
A wolf in every park
The teacher wrote our ending twice
Then scraped it clean
We fed the page to the furnace
And watched it scream
[Pre-Chorus]
Count the cracks
Count the stains
Tiny mouths
Singing pain
[Chorus]
Crayon mausoleum
Crayon mausoleum
Little voices, iron lungs
Crayon mausoleum
Crayon mausoleum
We bite the bell and sing it once
[Bridge]
Hush now
The chapel swings
Clap your hands
For broken things
Hush now
Let it shake
Every smile
Was built to break
[Breakdown]
STEP
BY
STEP
WE ROT
STEP
BY
STEP
WE PLOT
[Final Chorus]
Crayon mausoleum
Crayon mausoleum
Little voices, iron lungs
Crayon mausoleum
Crayon mausoleum
We bite the bell and sing it once
[Outro]
One, two
The blackboard bleeds
One, two, three, four
We are the choir beneath the floor
Details
GeneratedApr 29, 2026
Duration3:38
LanguageEnglish
Style
Gridcore death metal with machine-tight blast bursts and lurching stop-start grooves; verse rides punishing palm-muted chugs and clipped tom fills, pre-chorus narrows to bass and shouted count-ins, chorus opens into a children’s choir chant over massive gang shouts and guttural lead. Add reverse cymbal swells, razor-slice pick scrapes, and a final breakdown with staggered kick accents. Dry, brutal, and crushingly punchy with a cold room edge., death metal
Credits
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LogistikModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Gridcore death metal, kinder chaints choir group
