Track · Feb 9, 2026 · English

Cold Hands, Warm Will

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3:02

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English

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Woke up on the floor, teeth still taste like last night

Phone full of ghosts, all blue ticks and past fights

Bathroom mirror got a mouth, it keeps talkin'

Says, "You're just a habit in a hoodie" while I'm coughin'

Hands shake, pill case like a rosary

I count sins, not blessings, that’s the old in me

Mama said, "Boy, you got storms in your veins"

I said, "Storms keep me numb, they just feel like rain"

I used to chase that hush, that velvet blackout

Trade my whole soul for a *maybe* and a blackout

Every promise I made came with fine print

"I'll quit tomorrow" written right beside the syringe

[Chorus]

Cold nights, cold veins, cold vision

But I still feel a spark, that’s the difference

You can’t bury me alive in this prison

I’m more than my craving, that’s my decision

Cold hands, warm will in my chest now

Every time I fall, I still get up, stressed out

Yeah the dark wants me back, it keeps whisperin'

But I walk through the black ‘cause I’m built for the blisterin’

[Verse 2]

Dealer hit my line like, "You good? You miss me?"

I left that message on read, let the void answer with me

I poured the bottle in the sink, watched it bleed slow

Smelled my own fear risin' with the cheap smoke

Group chair circle, I spoke like a stranger

Name, age, habit, history of danger

Voice cracked, whole room heard my shame

But they nodded, like, "Same scars, different name"

Now I keep my stash in the trash, not the dresser

Memories of the rush in a box with old letters

Every trigger is a test, every test is a step

I’m walkin' on thin ice, prayin' it holds my breath

[Chorus]

Cold nights, cold veins, cold vision

But I still feel a spark, that’s the difference

You can’t bury me alive in this prison

I’m more than my craving, that’s my decision

Cold hands, warm will in my chest now

Every time I fall, I still get up, stressed out

Yeah the dark wants me back, it keeps whisperin'

But I walk through the black ‘cause I’m built for the blisterin’

[Bridge]

If you’re stuck in the fog, I was there, I was drownin' (yeah)

Eyes red, heart dead, whole body countin'

One day, one hour, one breath at a time

You ain’t broken, you’re a battlefield learnin' to fight

[Chorus]

Cold nights, cold veins, cold vision

But I still feel a spark, that’s the difference

You can’t bury me alive in this prison

I’m more than my craving, that’s my decision

Cold hands, warm will in my chest now

Every time I fall, I still get up, stressed out

Yeah the dark wants me back, it keeps whisperin'

But I walk through the black ‘cause I’m built for the blisterin’

Style

rapmoody boom-bap with detuned piano loop and eerie vocal chopsmale vocals rapping with a weary grit that sharpens into defiance on the hook; verses ride a laid-back but heavy pocketsparse bass swells and tight snare; chorus widens with doubled vocalssubtle choir padsand rising cymbal swells to underscore the turn from darkness to hard-won resolveenglish

Prompt

A cold dark song about addiction and the power to overcome it, rap

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GeneratedFeb 9, 2026

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