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Iron Grip

Darius Novak

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December 9, 2025

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Cumulative Revenue$930.7K

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Lyrics

December 9, 2025

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.

Revenue History

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Date	Revenue
Dec 13, 2025	$5.90 thousand
Dec 12, 2025	$5.26 thousand
Dec 11, 2025	$5.26 thousand
Dec 10, 2025	$4.55 thousand
Dec 9, 2025	$3.97 thousand

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