Hopes v3

(Intro - A blast of guitar feedback and abrasive synth static.)
(Verse 1 - Rapped with a raw, aggressive, almost spat-out delivery)
Tore a path through grace, left scars across the map
Said the devil pulled the trigger, but I fell into the trap
No thought, just action, a reflex built on sin
Lied straight to my mother while the poison soaked right in
Burned the bridges, broke the trust, fed the habit, loved the rush
Watched the person in the mirror turn to ashes, turn to dust.
(Chorus - Explodes with punk-rock energy. Power chords, smashing cymbals, and shouted, raw vocals)
I AM THE POISON! I AM THE SHAME!
SCREAMING LIES TO FAMILY TO HIDE THE NAME!
I BUILT MY HELL, I SAW THE FLAMES!
THE DEVIL DIDN'T DO IT, I'M THE ONE TO BLAME!
(Verse 2 - Cadence is faster, more frantic. The beat feels like it's barely holding together)
The high ran out, the walls closed in, a cell of my own making
Just a junkie in the dark with every bone inside me shaking
Hit the bottom, cracked the pavement, nothing left to lose
In the silence heard a whisper cut right through the self-abuse.
(Chorus - More frantic and desperate than the first. A primal scream.)
I AM THE POISON! I AM THE SHAME!
SCREAMING LIES TO FAMILY TO HIDE THE NAME!
I BUILT MY HELL, I SAW THE FLAMES!
THE DEVIL DIDN'T DO IT, I'M THE ONE TO BLAME!
(Outro - Music cuts abruptly. A single, distorted bass note hangs in the air. The vocal is a low, confident, menacing whisper.)
The devil had my ear...
But God holds the leash.
(Sudden silence.)

Raw trap metal. Glitchy 808s and brutal guitars meet vocals that switch from aggressive rap to raw screams.