Song Cover Image

Rot ft. Poison Lilly [Blackline Audio x Lyrical Library]

Musical AI Network
Musical AI Network
[Is_MAX_MODE: MAX](MAX) [QUALITY: MAX](MAX) [REALISM: MAX](MAX) [REAL_INSTRUMENTS: MAX](MAX) Genre: Female-led Southern gothic doom metal, Appalachian sludge, swamp-blues metal, Poison Lilly style Vocal: Venomous female alto, gritty rasp, weary verses, cracked anguished belt on choruses, layered harmonies, whispered bridge, no male lead Instrumentation: Resonator slide guitar, drop-tuned sludge guitars, baritone fuzz riffs, distorted upright bass, banjo drone, stomp-clap percussion, floor toms, thick doom drums, high ring drone under verses Structure: Rubato resonator intro, minimal verses, half-time doom groove, explosive choruses, driving post-chorus, heavy instrumental break, stripped whispered bridge, crushing final chorus BPM: 72 verse feel, half-time doom pulse, double-time chorus lift Mood: Claustrophobic, exhausted, haunted, defiant, decay and endurance Mix: Vocal forward and dry, wide dark harmonies, heavy low end, gritty analog tape edge, polished Blackline Audio production

There’s a scream in my brain That no one can hear, Just a heartbeat pounding Inside my ears It started small Like the sound of rain on tin Now it’s ringing in my head Hidden behind a painted grin Sought solace in silence, Peace in my sleep, I worked hard to bury it Way down deep But when I’m at my worst Is when it always creeps... Back in... It’s like an audible scar Stitched inside my brain Like the sound of a roaring fire A sound I cannot explain It’s a thief in my sleep, Even buried way down deep And it hums the kind of song That’s too loud and too damn long I can’t think a single thought It’s like my mind is full of rot... Erected a smile From caffeine and pain Got holes in my psyche As if from acid rain An unwelcomed guest for years Nestled right inside my ears But I can do better than that I’ll bear the pain and fight back It sounds like beating drums Makes me miss words people say I swear the only way it will stop Is if I simply... just drop dead It’s like an audible scar Stitched inside my brain Like the sound of a roaring fire A sound I cannot explain It’s a thief in my sleep, Even buried way down deep And it hums the kind of song That’s too loud and too damn long I can’t think a single thought It’s like my mind is full of rot... If I tear it out, would the silence remain? Or would the rot exist in a different way? Maybe my perception has been wrong Maybe it’s been me... all along “No... ’cause I hear it. There it goes again...” It’s like an audible scar Stitched inside my brain Like the sound of a roaring fire A sound I cannot explain It’s a thief in my sleep, Even buried way down deep And it hums the kind of song That’s too loud and too damn long I can’t think a single thought It’s like my mind’s turned to rot... It’s not some pain I can erase It’s a map of every smile I faked Floods my mind with endless guilt Destroys everything I’ve built And some days I start to feel... That if I ever truly heal I might never know... What is real “I might not know what is real.”