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[intro]
I carved seven names into the bones of my hands,
I should’ve been buried beneath what I’ve done.
But the grave kept its mouth shut.
So hear me.
[verse-pride]
I wore my ego like a crown of rust,
Looked down on every soul I couldn’t trust.
I never bowed, I never learned,
Now every mirror spits my face back:
King of a kingdom of ash.
[chorus]
I HAVE DIED A THOUSAND TIMES
AND STILL I BREATHE!
SEVEN SINS, SEVEN KNIVES
I CARRY UNDERNEATH!
If hell has a door, I’ve kicked it in,
If grace has a name, I don’t know it yet.
I’m still alive.
I’m still alive.
[verse-greed]
I counted every dollar while the hungry stared,
Took more than I needed, said I didn’t care.
Gold in my pockets, blood on my tongue,
I turned love into numbers,
Now my hands are full of dust.
[verse-lust]
I chased every body like a match to gasoline,
Mistook possession for something obscene.
I wanted the heat, never wanted the soul,
Took every inch and still felt cold.
I fired desire like a loaded gun,
Then wondered why love ran.
[breakdown]
SAY IT!
PRIDE!
GREED!
LUST!
WRATH!
GLUTTONY!
ENVY!
SLOTH!
SEVEN FUCKING SINS!
AND I’M STILL HERE!
[verse-wrath]
I learned to make violence speak for me,
Let rage decide who I was going to be.
A clenched fist, a shattered door,
One more excuse, one more war.
I fed the fire till it swallowed my name,
Then blamed the world for the shape of the flame.
Fury took the wheel and I let it steer;
It left nothing alive.
[verse-gluttony]
I stuffed the silence with everything I could,
Consumed every comfort like I knew that I should.
More food, more smoke, more noise, more night,
Anything to keep the emptiness out of sight.
I made a feast from the things that made me numb,
Then wondered why I couldn’t taste what I’d become.
A mouth full of plenty, soul running thin,
I fed the beast that lived within.
[verse-envy]
I watched other men get everything I desired,
Their lives looked brighter, mine looked expired.
I poisoned their victories inside my head,
Wished for their downfall, wished I were them instead.
I sharpened comparison into a blade,
Cut at my own worth with every life I weighed.
Their light never stole the sky from me,
I hated them for my own darkness.
[verse-sloth]
I knew what I had to do and chose the bed,
Let every better version of myself stay dead.
I called it peace when I was terrified,
Called it patience while my whole life passed me by.
Opportunity knocked till its knuckles bled,
I heard every sound and stayed inside my head.
Now regret is the ghost at the foot of my bed,
Counting every tomorrow I murdered instead.
[final-chorus]
I HAVE DIED A THOUSAND TIMES
AND STILL I BREATHE!
SEVEN SINS, SEVEN KNIVES
STILL CUTTING INTO ME!
I was proud, greedy, wanting, burning,
I consumed, compared, watched, turned.
The grave won’t take me.
The past won’t free me.
I carry every sin
Like a cross made out of teeth.
[outro]
Seven names.
Seven wounds.
No halo.
No excuse.
I’ve crawled alive from every ruin I’ve made.
Let it find me awake.
Details
GeneratedSep 1, 2026
Duration5:04
LanguageEnglish
Style
Drop-tuned 7-string guitars, crushing breakdowns, syncopated drums, bass, harsh screams, clean atmospheric chorus.
Credits
Prompt by
ScarsUnseen88
ScarsUnseen88ModelAria v5.5
