

Prompt / Lyrics
I keep waking up where I already died (don’t blink) they buried my name under marble and lies Gothamian bloodline, a knife with a surname Raised by the rich in a cage made of purpose Born into marble and old money threats Fed on tradition and powdered regrets They taught me my name was a footnote at best “You are a blade, don’t think, don’t rest” I was a son once, I think, maybe not Hard to recall when your memories rot Dipped me in Lazarus, brought me back wrong Heart still beating but the soul’s long gone They froze me between the wars and the screams Woke me for hits, then back to my dreams Point, release, retract the blade History buried in shallow graves I keep waking up where I already died. (don’t blink) they buried my name under marble and lies Batman showed up, which complicated things Turns out I had parents, names, and rings A Lincoln? Wayne? That don’t sit right You can’t resurrect truth after fifty deaths a night They told me he lied, they told me he stole But doubt’s a crack in a weaponized soul I remembered a song, a face, a room Which is not great for a living tomb Owls in the rafters, knives in the dark Old men betting on Gotham’s heart They call it order, they call it fate I call it rich men scared of change I’ve been stabbed, shot, drowned, burned Every time I come back less concerned Lazarus drip, resurrection tax Each rebirth peeling something back I keep waking up where I already died (don’t blink) they buried my name under marble and lies I’m not a hero, I’m not a ghost I’m what’s left when control gets close If you hear wings in the alleyway That’s history sharpening what it couldn’t say
Tags
Math-adjacent, post-hardcore, surf-leaning instrumental fusion, emo, technical guitar work, atmospheric, female
3:18
No
2/10/2026