Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Wake up in the chaos, coffee tastes like rust Scrollin’ through the carnage, algorithms sell me lust Nine circles in my inbox, everybody playin’ judge Every notification got me sinkin’ in the sludge Mom say “pray more,” homie say “pay more” Boss got a speech ‘bout “we a family,” then he lay off four I’m laughin’ on the outside, chewin’ on a migraine Halo on my avatar, horns in my brain [Verse 2] I been runnin’ from myself in these busted Air Force soles Pavement chewin’ on my feet, still I chase these ghost goals They sell heaven in a bottle, they sell hell in a pill Either way I’m in the bathroom starin’ down the same sink chill Tattoo on my neck say “freedom,” but the rent say “stay” Turn my rage into a playlist just to make it through the day If I’m judged by my browser, I’m already in the fire But I’ll skateboard through the ashes, middle finger to the choir (hey!) [Chorus] Dante in my headphones Inferno in my head Walkin’ through the badlands Livin’ while I’m half dead If this is the underworld Then I’m dancin’ in the pit If I’m goin’ down, goin’ down I’ma make ‘em hear me scream to it (yeah, yeah) [Verse 3] I don’t need a tour guide, I know every twisted street Corner store confessions, empty bottle at my feet Politicians talk in circles, same sermon, same spin Every promise like a bar tab—somebody gotta pay it in I seen angels in a mosh pit bleedin’ through their black dye I seen devils in a suit tie smilin’ with that dead eye If the ladder to the light’s built on other people’s backs I’d rather carve a stairway out these crooked train tracks [Bridge] Yeah I’m standin’ in the fire But I’m laughin’ in the flame (hah!) If the whole world’s a trial Then I’ll never say my name (never) Judge, jury, gavel Y’all can circle, y’all can spit I’ve been guilty since the cradle Might as well get rich off it (ooh) [Chorus] Dante in my headphones Inferno in my head Walkin’ through the badlands Livin’ while I’m half dead If this is the underworld Then I’m dancin’ in the pit If I’m goin’ down, goin’ down I’ma make ‘em hear me scream to it (yeah, yeah)
Tags
rap, Hybrid punk-rap banger over distorted guitars and gritty drums; verses spit-fast with aggressive male vocals, half-yelled cadences and gang shouts on key phrases. Hook explodes with chantable lines and octave-doubled lead, bass gets nastier each chorus. Brief bridge drops to drums and voice before final full-band pileup., hip hop, punk
Duration
2:38
Instrumental
No
Created
3/8/2026