Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Teeth on the fretboard Knuckles on rusted steel You preach about paradise But you love how the scars all feel Cheap grace Gold chain Hanging off a borrowed truth You sell your forgiveness To the kids in the back of the room (hey!) [Chorus] Grind the halo to the floor Spin it like a crown of war Are you holy Are you hollow? Would you bleed for what you follow? Grind the halo Let it fall Bent wings pressed against the wall If you're righteous Let it show Or let that crooked circle go [Verse 2] Boot print on stained glass Sticker on your Sunday mask You talk like a thunderstorm But you crack at the smallest ask Hands up Eyes closed Nothing in your ribcage moves You dance in a dead pose To a faith you never proved (woah) [Chorus] Grind the halo to the floor Spin it like a crown of war Are you holy Are you hollow? Would you bleed for what you follow? Grind the halo Let it fall Bent wings pressed against the wall If you're righteous Let it show Or let that crooked circle go [Breakdown] [Halftime Sub-heavy hit] Fake saints On parade Thin paint On decay You kneel Just to pose We feel What you chose (Where's your heart now?) (Where's your heart now?) [Chorus] Grind the halo to the floor Spin it like a crown of war Are you holy Are you hollow? Would you bleed for what you follow? Grind the halo Let it fall Bent wings pressed against the wall If you're righteous Let it show Or let that crooked circle go
Tags
funk, Funk-tinged metalcore with bounce-heavy groove guitars, syncopated chugs, and tight punchy synth stabs; male vocals flipping between raspy verses and soaring melodic hooks, with gang shouts stacked wide in the chorus. Drums lean into swung hats and ghost notes on the verses, then slam straight and open on the hook. Halftime breakdown drops into sub-heavy low end and reverb-soaked pads before a final, explosive chorus., metal, clean, metalcore
Duration
2:30
Instrumental
No
Created
3/10/2026