Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Tape on the wrists
Breath in the chest
White mats staring back
Like they know the test
Step to the edge
Hear my own name
No extra words
Just pressure and flame
[Pre-Chorus]
Hands stay loose
Eyes stay cold
One clean frame
One body goal
Count it down
Let it ring
When the doors open
I don’t blink
[Chorus]
Mat line
I cross it clean
Mat line
Mean and lean
Mat line
Hold that ground
Mat line
Bring it down (bring it down)
[Verse 2]
Grip on the sleeve
Heel in the floor
Feels like thunder
Before the war
Crowd fades out
Skin goes still
One shot, one angle
One iron will
[Pre-Chorus]
Hands stay loose
Eyes stay cold
One clean frame
One body goal
Count it down
Let it ring
When the doors open
I don’t blink
[Chorus]
Mat line
I cross it clean
Mat line
Mean and lean
Mat line
Hold that ground
Mat line
Bring it down (bring it down)
[Bridge]
No drift
No waste
No panic in the face
If I go hard
I go hard with grace
Final breath
Final stare
When they say go
I’m already there
[Chorus]
Mat line
I cross it clean
Mat line
Mean and lean
Mat line
Hold that ground
Mat line
Bring it down (bring it down)
Details
GeneratedJul 3, 2026
Duration3:34
LanguageEnglish
Style
Alt-metal mid-tempo with a driving half-time stomp, syncopated palm-muted guitars, tom-heavy drums, and a dark bass pulse; verse rides tight and restrained, pre-chorus opens with rising snare tension, chorus hits in a shout-ready, gang-doubled hook. Rough close-mic male vocals with gritty doubles on key words, short delay throws on the last line. Ear candy: reversed cymbal swells into each lift, brief choke-stop pauses before the hook, and a low choir pad under the final chorus. Mix is dark, punchy, and arena-tight., slow, metal
Credits
Prompt by
Petal
PetalModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A song that isn’t too upbeat but isn’t slow, suitable for a jiu jitsu competition to walk out to his fight in. It must not be cringy, it must be slightly metal like.
