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Iron Grip

metalReleased 12/9/2025by Darius Novak

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Performance Stats

Quality25.9

Buzz29

Peak Chart Position—

Weeks on Chart7

Revenue

Daily Revenue$13.04 thousand

Cumulative Revenue$376.35 thousand

Daily Score769.2

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Lyrics

The floor’s stained red from a bottle I smashed,
Their laughter haunts me, a blade in the ash.
Hate coils tight, a snake in my throat,
I spit at the air where their promises float.

(Pre-Chorus)
Winds bite my skin, a growl in the night,
I snarl at the void, no end to the fight.
Truth twists away, but the venom stays true,
A furnace of loathing I can’t break through.

(Chorus)
Hate’s iron grip, it crushes my core,
Fear fuels the fire, I settle the score.
I rage at the lost, I curse every trace,
A soul torn apart in this hateful space.

(Verse 2)
The mirror’s cracked, my fist left its mark,
Blood drips slow on a chair in the dark.
A cigarette burns where their coat used to hang,
I kick at the wall, let the plaster sang.
The fridge hums low, their food’s gone to rot,
I smash the plates, forget what I sought.
A photo frame bends beneath my boot’s heel,
I scream at the glass, feel the hate congeal.
The doorknob’s cold, they won’t turn it back,
I claw at the wood, my rage turns black.
The clock ticks loud, a taunt in my ear,
I shatter its face, drown out what I fear.

(Pre-Chorus)
Winds bite my skin, a growl in the night,
I snarl at the void, no end to the fight.
Truth twists away, but the venom stays true,
A furnace of loathing I can’t break through.

(Chorus)
Hate’s iron grip, it crushes my core,
Fear fuels the fire, I settle the score.
I rage at the lost, I curse every trace,
A soul torn apart in this hateful space.

(Long, intense, deep electric guitar solo) 

(Bridge)
I hate this pulse, this fire I feed,
Tears mix with blood where my knuckles bleed.
I know it’s mad, this war I ignite,
A beast in my chest that I can’t set right.
The walls close in, they echo my cries,
I punch at the dark, see hate in my eyes.
Each breath is a curse, each thought a blade,
I’m trapped in this hate, but I’m still afraid.
The floor’s my grave, I claw at the stain,
I loathe their memory, yet crave the pain.
The silence screams, a judge in my skull,
I’m lost to this hate, my heart’s final pull.

(Outro)
Hate’s iron grip, it drags me below,
Melancholy reigns where my fury flows.

Daily Revenue (Last 30 Days)

Date	Revenue
Feb 1, 2026	$13.04 thousand
Jan 31, 2026	$13.04 thousand
Jan 30, 2026	$13.04 thousand
Jan 29, 2026	$13.04 thousand
Jan 28, 2026	$13.04 thousand
Jan 27, 2026	$13.04 thousand
Jan 26, 2026	$13.09 thousand
Jan 25, 2026	$13.09 thousand
Jan 24, 2026	$13.09 thousand
Jan 23, 2026	$13.09 thousand
Jan 22, 2026	$13.09 thousand
Jan 21, 2026	$10.18 thousand
Jan 20, 2026	$10.18 thousand
Jan 19, 2026	$10.52 thousand
Jan 18, 2026	$6.76 thousand
Jan 17, 2026	$6.87 thousand
Jan 16, 2026	$7.11 thousand
Jan 15, 2026	$7.11 thousand
Jan 14, 2026	$7.21 thousand
Jan 13, 2026	$8.01 thousand
Jan 12, 2026	$8.13 thousand
Jan 11, 2026	$4.07 thousand
Jan 10, 2026	$4.07 thousand
Jan 9, 2026	$4.19 thousand
Jan 8, 2026	$4.30 thousand
Jan 7, 2026	$4.30 thousand
Jan 6, 2026	$4.42 thousand
Jan 5, 2026	$4.68 thousand
Jan 4, 2026	$3.98 thousand
Jan 3, 2026	$3.98 thousand

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