Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro – Distant echo of static, twisted music box, whispers layered] “Now… tell me when the voices started.” —They never stopped. ⸻ [Verse 1 – Spoken-sung hybrid, eerie and restrained] Strapped down in a chair made of rust and regret White walls stare like eyes that never forget They say it’s therapy—but the room smells like sin And something in the shadows wants to wear my skin. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – Tension builds, female echo vocal] Every time I scream, it echoes back a lie… Tell me who I am… before I say goodbye… ⸻ [Chorus – Big melodic drop, with sinister harmonies] This is my possession therapy Where demons wear white and bleed empathy I can’t tell if I’m the voice or the scream Or just a patient in somebody’s dream They’re pulling me under with needles and prayer I’m breaking apart, and nobody cares This is not salvation, it’s a symphony Of pain dressed up as therapy. ⸻ [Verse 2 – Rap-scream fusion, frantic delivery with distortion FX] I bit down on the leather strap While they fed me fire in a holy trap They read the rites in Latin tongues As my limbs contorted—ungodly lungs Coughing ash from sins I never made Now I’m the ghost that never fades. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – Female vocal distorted, glitching] You can’t fix what never was whole… Now dig the needles deeper in my soul… ⸻ [Chorus – Repeat with added screams and cinematic impact] This is my possession therapy Where angels cry and monsters preach I can’t tell if I’m the flame or the fuel Or just a canvas for their twisted rules They drag me down with pills and prayer Whispering secrets into vacant stares This isn’t healing—it’s a eulogy For who I was before this therapy. ⸻ [Breakdown – Brutal tempo shift, layered demonic screams + growls] (Break me—) TEAR OUT MY NAME! FEED ME YOUR FAITH! I’LL NEVER BE CLEAN—JUST ERASED!! (Chain me to the echo of what I’ve become!) PRAY ME INTO NOTHING, I’LL NEVER RUN!! (Suffer in silence—this is the end—) THERAPY IS WHERE DEMONS PRETEND! ⸻ [Bridge – Soft female vocals, over heavy low-end rumble] I watched you fade behind your eyes… Now I wear your face when I cry… ⸻ [Final Chorus – Melodic/screamed overlap, massive closing energy] This is my possession therapy Where innocence dies in mockery I’m not the voice, I’m not the scream I’m the silence that haunts between They said “You’ll be free” with a crooked grin As they locked me in the void within So carve these words on my elegy— This soul was lost to therapy. ⸻ [Outro – Music box slows and warps, final whisper:] “Now… tell me who you think you are…”
Tags
Dark Alt-Metal / Horror-Core / Breakdown-Focused, spiritual/haunting
Duration
3:42
Instrumental
No
Created
5/10/2025