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Tennessee is for Cutters 1 by Cayden

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Tennessee is for Cutters 1

emo,male vocals

0:003:58
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(intro whispered) it's a lie it's a lie it's life moves fast and death comes slow we make look happy but we're all decaying on the inside
[Verse 1 -]
Hey there, Chattanooga, where the river swallows Dreams,
My heart’s a rusted razor, slicin’ through my worthless Screams.
Lookout Mountain’s spittin’ on me, from its heights of cold disdain,
Whiskey’s just a numb illusion, drownin’ endless, pointless pain.
And I can’t sleep,
Thinkin’ ‘bout the nothing that I am.
Jack Daniel’s claws my insides raw tonight,
[Chorus - Emo, Raw, Screaming Edge]
So cut my wrists and black my eyes, I’m bleedin’ out my soul,
Chattanooga’s buryin’ me, in this goddamned black hole.
And I miss you, and I miss you, you’re the blade that carves me through,
Tennessee is for cutters, and I’m slashed and fuckin’ blue.
[Verse 2 -]
In the haze of North Moore Road, where the shadows choke the dawn,
A father turned the pistol on himself, his family long gone—
January’s frozen grip, Winters merciless bite,
Gunshot echoed through the quiet, stealin’ breath into the night.
Cops found the barrel warm, the chamber’s final, hollow roar,
His daughter’s ghost beside him, in the blood upon the floor.
And I can’t breathe,
Chokin’ on the ash inside my chest.
The rot in my lungs
[Chorus - Emo, Desperate, Visceral]
So cut my wrists and black my eyes, I’m bleedin’ out my soul,
Chattanooga’s buryin’ me, in this goddamned black hole.
And I miss you, and I miss you, you’re the blade that carves me through,
Tennessee is for cutters, and I’m slashed and fuckin’ blue.
[Verse 3 - ]
On Oakwood Drive, August dawn, where the sirens wail too late,
A man with a pistol pressed to chest, sealin’ his wretched fate—
Self-inflicted thunder, summers cruel decree,
Bullet tore his secrets out, leavin’ echoes of the plea.
Sirens came for savin’, but the lead had claimed its toll,
Now his shadow stains the porch, another swallowed, broken soul.
And I can’t feel,
.
[Bridge - Quiet, Acoustic, Excruciatingly Raw]
Standin’ by the river, with a blade kissin’ faded skin,
Thinkin’ ‘bout the voids we carved, the love that turned to sin.
And why, so suddenly, did you leave this corpse to fester here?
Chattanooga’s my tombstone, etched with all my disappear—
Nearly fifty thousand souls a year, they fade into the black,
One more statistic that if I shot myself everyone would forget
I had 3 friends die noose, bridge and knife no reports no families mourned were all numbers in life
[Verse 4 -, Slow and Excoriating]
In the dives on Cherry Street, I’m a specter ‘mong the damned,
Echoes of Madam Alice, throat slit by her own hand—
November ’93, in the shadows of her fall,
She carved her exit quiet, leavin’ nothin’ but the wall.
The Tennessee Aquarium’s tanks, they mock my empty stare,
Fish swim in circles endless, like the hell I can’t repair.
And I can’t stand,
The echo of my worthlessness expand.
[Verse 5 -Hauntingly Slow, Echoing Despair]
Back on Walnut Street Bridge, where the wind howls th
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