Belly of the Beast
raspy female vocals, swamp blues, gospel stomp, heavy floor tom percussion, slide guitar, distorted blues guitar, hand claps, rhythmic stomps, haunting, raw, soulful, dark cinematic folk, slow burn, explosive chorus, whispered bridge, dirty blues-rock guitar solo, southern gothic, dark americana
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Belly of the Beast
raspy female vocals, swamp blues, gospel stomp, heavy floor tom percussion, slide guitar, distorted blues guitar, hand claps, rhythmic stomps, haunting, raw, soulful, dark cinematic folk, slow burn, explosive chorus, whispered bridge, dirty blues-rock guitar solo, southern gothic, dark americana
Creator: MiyaMIRelease Date: May 10, 2026
Lyrics
I've got a pocket full of silver, but a soul made of lead
Walking with the shadows, just like the old man said
I don't need a pulpit, I don't need a throne
I'm the queen of the gutter, and I'm sitting on bone.
The river is rising, the sky's turning red
Something's gotta break, and it won't be my head.
Oh! It's written in the dust, it's hidden in the scars
I'm calling the storm, I'm swallowing stars!
Call me a sinner, call me a thief
I'm finding my glory in the belly of the beast!
Yeah, I'm the belly of the beast!
Honey, keep your honey, I prefer the sting
I'm the wild card hiding under your wing
You can try to lock the cage, you can try to cut the wire
But I am the flood, honey, I am the fire.
Wash me in the whiskey...
Drown me in the wine...
I've got nothing left to give...
But I've got plenty of time.
Oh! It's written in the dust, it's hidden in the scars
I'm calling the storm, I'm swallowing stars!
Call me a sinner, call me a thief
I'm finding my glory in the belly of the beast!
In the belly of the beast...
Yeah...
Walking with the shadows, just like the old man said
I don't need a pulpit, I don't need a throne
I'm the queen of the gutter, and I'm sitting on bone.
The river is rising, the sky's turning red
Something's gotta break, and it won't be my head.
Oh! It's written in the dust, it's hidden in the scars
I'm calling the storm, I'm swallowing stars!
Call me a sinner, call me a thief
I'm finding my glory in the belly of the beast!
Yeah, I'm the belly of the beast!
Honey, keep your honey, I prefer the sting
I'm the wild card hiding under your wing
You can try to lock the cage, you can try to cut the wire
But I am the flood, honey, I am the fire.
Wash me in the whiskey...
Drown me in the wine...
I've got nothing left to give...
But I've got plenty of time.
Oh! It's written in the dust, it's hidden in the scars
I'm calling the storm, I'm swallowing stars!
Call me a sinner, call me a thief
I'm finding my glory in the belly of the beast!
In the belly of the beast...
Yeah...