Fractured

Опубликовано: 18 Август 2026
на канале: Slippery Opossum
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Disclaimer: I take no credit for anything that the AI produces. I'm just sharing what it generated. I do not seek to profit off of these artificial "creations." Please support real artists.

I asked an AI to produce an emo song about the state of things.

Lyrics by me.

Generator: https://www.riffusion.com

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
I'm sorry for the way things were.
You know I had to let you go for the way things got out of control.
Slipping ever deeper into a state of agonizing in the abyss.
Why am I always like this in the end?

[Bridge]

[Pre-Chorus]
I try to rise up, but every time I try.
It's another chance to make a regrettable decision.

[Chorus]
Looking around.
(Around again).
At a life that's shattered.
(It's in shambles).
I scream at the top of my lungs, but even God isn't listening.

[Bridge]

[Verse 2]
Right through my fingers, it's like holding onto water.
I watch the fall, I lost it all, and it's down the drain, my friend.
I gave it my all, but the angst got the better of me.
So I write these words, hoping that they don't fall on deaf ears.

[Bridge]

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm sure that I leave a bad taste lingering.
But I swear, that it wasn't my intention.
I'm just brutally honest, and earnest in the worst of ways.
I could sugar coat my meaning, but I'd rather not sit on a throne of lies.

[Chorus]
Looking around.
(Around again).
At a life that's shattered.
(It's in shambles).
I scream at the top of my lungs, but even God isn't listening.

[Bridge]

[Verse 3]
At the end of my rope, it's all that I hope for to not be weak.
I can see the fibers of my life unraveling as we speak.
Feeling the weight of the gravity of the situation.
I think I'm about to lose control.

[Pre-Chorus]
If you think you could help me up.
I wouldn't say no.
Just try to use this time to understand the pain that I can't let go.
It's a slippery slope to be around me.

[Final-Chorus]
Looking around.
(Around again).
At a life that's shattered.
(It's in shambles).
I scream at the top of my lungs, but even God isn't listening.

[Outro]