Lyrics
[PROMPT: Slow progressive-metal / alternative-metal atmosphere. Half-time opening around 58 BPM. Low-tuned guitars, hypnotic bass, tribal toms, odd-meter accents, spacious male vocals. Dark, philosophical, cryptic. Gradually increase tempo and intensity through each section, ending in a violent but controlled polyrhythmic climax with a crushing final breakdown.]
[INTRO — 58 BPM | clean bass, distant guitar feedback]
I woke beneath a borrowed name,
with empty hands and debts to pay.
They gave me clocks, they gave me numbers,
never told me what they measure.
A mouth to feed.
A wheel to turn.
A little skin
to spend and burn.
[VERSE 1 — sparse drums enter]
We trade our hours for paper ghosts,
build taller walls to feel less small.
Every ladder loses rungs
the closer that we get to God.
So what is this?
A test? A joke?
A spark imprisoned inside smoke?
I keep digging through the noise,
looking for the hand beneath the voice.
[PRE-CHORUS — 64 BPM | tension building]
Maybe meaning isn’t waiting
at the end of some machine.
Maybe life is just the question
asking what we choose to be.
[CHORUS — 70 BPM | heavy half-time guitars]
WHAT AM I HERE FOR?
To crawl?
To climb?
To sell another piece of time?
WHAT ARE WE MADE FOR?
To break?
To bend?
Or find ourselves
before the end?
[Backing vocal: “Before the end…”]
[INSTRUMENTAL — bass-led 7/8 riff, tempo begins climbing]
[VERSE 2 — 78 BPM]
The table shrinks, the mouths increase,
the price of breathing never sleeps.
We carry mountains on our backs
while someone weighs the stones in gold.
Run faster.
Need less.
Smile wider.
Confess.
They say the door is open wide—
strange how the hinges lock from our side.
[BUILD — 88 BPM | tribal drums / guitar harmonics]
But somewhere underneath the hunger,
underneath the rust and rent,
something ancient keeps on beating
like it hasn’t broken yet.
Maybe that’s enough.
Maybe that’s the point.
Not what we own—
BUT WHAT WE REFUSE TO LOSE.
[BREAKDOWN — 96 BPM | crushing syncopated riff]
I AM NOT
MY NUMBER.
I AM NOT
MY WAGE.
I AM NOT
THE EMPTY SPACE
BETWEEN THE BARS
OF THIS CAGE.
[Gang whisper: “Wake… wake… wake…”]
[CLIMAX — 112 BPM | accelerating polyrhythm, aggressive vocals]
If meaning isn’t given—
MAKE IT.
If the road collapses—
TAKE IT.
If the world demands your knees—
STAND.
If nothing answers back—
BECOME THE ANSWER.
[Guitar solo — dissonant bends → soaring melodic lead → drums increasingly frantic]
[FINAL CHORUS — 124 BPM | full intensity]
WHAT ARE WE HERE FOR?
Maybe nothing.
Maybe everything.
Maybe every scar is proof
we touched the teeth
and kept our skin.
No map.
No crown.
No promised ground.
Just one brief flame
against the endless—
[SUDDEN DROP — 58 BPM | enormous final half-time breakdown]
—dark.
And maybe…
that’s enough.
[Final low guitar chord rings beneath distant heartbeat.]
Style
progressive alt-metalodd time signatureshypnotic basstribal drumsdark vocalscrushing riffseerie atmosphere.english
Credits
Prompt by
TheBroken
TheBrokenGeneratedAug 19, 2026
ModelZona