Kneeling On Metal Grater

Kneeling On Metal Grater

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this is attentive pop/dark pop song

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[Verse 1]

Every word he spits, I wanna fucking scream,

Like a goddamn chainsaw tearing through my dream.

His voice is poison, crawling through my veins,

A relentless assault driving me insane.

[Pre-Chorus]

Oh, shut the fuck up, for just one second,

Your tone's a death toll, it’s a weapon.

Every syllable, another mistake,

A migraine I just can’t escape.

[Chorus]

It’s like kneeling on a metal grater,

Every fucking word makes me hate him greater.

Scraping nerves 'til I’m on fire,

His voice is hell, there’s no higher.

I can’t block it out, I can’t even breathe,

This torture’s something I didn’t need.

[Verse 2]

He opens his mouth, and the room turns to ash,

Every vowel’s a punch, every sentence a gash.

I’d pay good money just to make him stop,

But no, he keeps going, he’s the fucking worst drop.

[Pre-Chorus]

Goddamn it, dude, just give us a break,

Your voice is like glass, for fuck’s sake.

It grates my soul, it’s a living sin,

Silence is golden—just let it begin.

[Chorus]

It’s like kneeling on a metal grater,

Every fucking word makes me hate him greater.

Scraping nerves 'til I’m on fire,

His voice is hell, there’s no higher.

I can’t block it out, I can’t even breathe,

This torture’s something I didn’t need.

[Bridge]

Every fucking pitch is a hammer to the brain,

A symphony of shit that drives me insane.

I’d rather be stabbed, I’d rather be shot,

Than listen to his garbage one more fucking lot.

[Chorus]

It’s like kneeling on a metal grater,

Every fucking word makes me hate him greater.

Scraping nerves 'til I’m on fire,

His voice is hell, there’s no higher.

I can’t block it out, I can’t even breathe,

This torture’s something I didn’t need.

[Outro]

Kneeling, still kneeling, and I’ve had enough,

His sound’s a curse, it’s brutal as fuck.

One more word, and I’m gonna break,

His voice is my hell—it’s more than I can take.

  • (singing) It’s like kneeling on a metal grater,

  • (singing) Every fucking word makes me hate him greater.

  • (singing) Scraping nerves 'til I’m on fire.