Lyrics
I’ll sing for you
With my vocal cords ripped out
Ill buy you your own house
Ill bring the police with us to a nice brunch out
Ill try to figure out my dreams
Disguised as nightmares
/something about/
Paying the ferryman’s faring
For all those
who didn’t
have any coins
to bring themselves
Tearing out ribs,
tearing down humanity;
Good lord, a mythology; decoded, finally,
I’ll sing for you, but with the wrong notes, for folly
Society and the masses, do not interest me
The small parts,
against the many,
Holding money at gun point
And its this
point when we hear them singing
All together,
we will rip this wire
out the
back of our heads
To be human,
/To remember/
As the bullet reaches the chamber
So fast, so little, and too late
This commerce, the republic,
A congress of geese
With razor sharp tongues
Slitting and shredding up these
Cut up, banned books and magazines,
All of which, they refuse to read
/hypocritical hunting dogs of Christ/
Like the words are just to real
To repeat
It bothers them, I bet
Hey, they know their wrong,
You’d feel it too
Ideas to action,
Action becoming failure, eventually
We all go in fire
And light
Ill sing for you,
but only for more boat fare
In order to cross though
the lake of fire out there
Details
GeneratedJul 29, 2026
Duration2:33
LanguageEnglish
Style
metal, alternative rock, hard rock, punk, post-punk, emo, pop punk
Credits
Prompt byprettylittlefilly2
ModelAria v5.5
