Lyrics
[INTRO]
*(A haunting, melancholic orchestral string arrangement builds in the background, accompanied by the cold, distant ticking of a clock. A single, clean guitar plucks a sorrowful melody.)*
*(The atmosphere shifts abruptly with a blackened, rapid-fire blast beat and a piercing, high-pitched symphonic choir swell.)*
[High, agonizing blackened shriek—held for 10 seconds]
*AAAAAHHHHHH!*
[VERSE 1]
*(Fast, blackened tech-death riffing. Relentless blast beats and symphonic brass.)*
Beneath the shadow of a dying sun, the ritual begins.
A silver altar of deceit, washing away my sins.
Watch the black drop roll down the foil, a liquid serpent slithers slow,
Masking the eyes of the damned, in the suffocating glow!
[Mid-range scream]
They call themselves "friends," but they are vultures in disguise!
Feeding on my sickness, painting portraits with their lies!
Not a single soul to trust in this theater of the dead,
They watch me choke upon the smoke, and place a crown of thorns upon my head!
[Deep tunnel throat guttural]
*Parasites! Leeching on my demise!*
[CHORUS]
*(Slowing down slightly into a massive, epic, symphonic rhythm. Driving double-bass. Sounds like the end of the world.)*
The robbery is absolute! The sanctuary burned!
The family tree is withered, and the peace cannot return!
My dreams are ashes in the wind, my mental state decayed,
Kneeling at the altar of the ultimate betrayal I made!
Even in the silence of sobriety's cold embrace,
The phantom of temptation stares me dead in the face!
[VERSE 2]
*(Slamming groove with dramatic orchestral accents. Deep, bouncing rhythm.)*
The withdrawals take hold—a violent, cosmic freeze.
A symphony of agony, bringing empires to their knees.
Bones turning to glass, the nervous system on fire,
Left alone in the dark by the ones I used to desire.
Where are the friends who cheered for my fall?
They left me to rot against this cold, forgotten wall!
[High-pitched, rapid goblin spit-screams]
No trust! No love! No hand to pull me free!
Just the mirror and the monster looking back at me!
[PRE-BREAKDOWN]
*(The instruments completely drop out except for a weeping, neoclassical guitar solo that suddenly cuts into dead silence. The sound of a heavy, gasping inhale—the iconic Will Ramos style "zombie breath.")*
Look at the wreckage of the soul...
Every sunrise is a war.
But I will not bow down anymore.
[BREAKDOWN]
*(The absolute heaviest, most disgusting, down-tuned sonic wall imaginable. Slow, syncopated, caveman chugs. The vocals transition into wet, guttural pig squeals and low, gurgling tunnel growls.)*
[Deepest, sub-human guttural]
STAY. STRONG.
*(Massive orchestral hit, bass drop that rattles the skull)*
EACH. DAY. CLEAN.
*(Guttural snarl / breakdown slows down even further to a snail's pace)*
IS. A. FUCKING. VICTORY.
*(Dissonant guitar screech / total sonic annihilation)*
WE RISE FROM THE ASHES OF TRUST!
[OUTRO]
*(The heavy chugs fade out, leaving only a beautiful, tragic operatic female vocal melody and a soft pian
Style
metal deathcore cages deathcore rap extreme vocals gutte
from guttural lows fry scream highs an nasty pig squealsenglish
Credits
Prompt byEternalCloud913
GeneratedJul 1, 2026
ModelZona