Rock 🪨 Metal

Her Words Kill - Sir, This Is A Cut Throat Fashion

Box Turtle, Magnificent Isn’t She

lyrics:

I can feel the rage filling my veins
It turns me inside out
Stuck your knife deep in my face
I love the pain I need this drought
Watch as the rivers run red
And my heads a mess
Started to let it out
Watch as I rise from the dead
You went for my head
The fire couldn't take me out

Half Empty, don't tempt me
You been looking for a reason to cut me up
You shank me, when I was in need
Smile on your face every time you lost my trust
She sat in the backseat, all night
Hand between her thighs as she tried to hide that knife
She said not to worry, baby
It might be a little pinch, but everything will be alright

Cut me up, cut me up show me my veins yeah
Throughout the night suicide is where my heads at
You took your fangs to my neck and now I'm out of breath
I took a chance with your love and I got too attached

I can feel the rage filling my veins
It turns me inside out
Stuck your knife deep in my face
I love the pain I need this drought
Watch as the rivers run red
And my heads a mess
Started to let it out
Watch as I rise from the dead
You went for my head
The fire couldn't take me out
I can feel the rage filling my veins
It turns me inside out
Stuck your knife deep in my face
I love the pain I need this drought
Watch as the rivers run red
And my heads a mess
Started to let it out
Watch as I rise from the dead
You went for my head
The fire couldn't take me out

Cut me up, cut me up show me my veins yeah
Throughout the night suicide is where my heads at
You took your fangs to my neck and now I'm out of breath
I took a chance with your love and I got too attached

ichor

Sir This Is A Cutthroat Fashion

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AI doesn’t write my songs. I do – and the AI brings them to life, like a team of session musicians and sound engineers behind me.

Hungarian composer and songwriter exploring the future of music with a guitar, a voice, a phone, and a vision.

With 94–98% Audio Influence, the AI strictly follows my musical input. The songs musically and lyrically are completely and meticulously written on a guitar before I start work with AI. 

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