Six Feet Under
Dark Alt-Pop, Emotional Hip-Hop Fusion, Ambient synths, minor piano chords, Slow build with cinematic swells, Lo-fi beats with deep 808s for the rap verse, Rain FX reverb textures to enhance the buried/grave atmosphere, female Soft, trembling female vocals almost like whispered singing with layered breathy harmonies underneath for a haunting feel
🌹Roseofpassion🌹·3:43
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Six Feet Under
Dark Alt-Pop, Emotional Hip-Hop Fusion, Ambient synths, minor piano chords, Slow build with cinematic swells, Lo-fi beats with deep 808s for the rap verse, Rain FX reverb textures to enhance the buried/grave atmosphere, female Soft, trembling female vocals almost like whispered singing with layered breathy harmonies underneath for a haunting feel
Creator: 🌹Roseofpassion🌹Release Date: May 25, 2025
Lyrics
I’m six feet under, but my heart still pounds,
Buried by the silence, can’t scream, no sound.
The weight of the world it don’t ease, don’t lift,
Just pressure and pain with no end to this drift.
I wake in the dark, can’t tell night from day,
Tired of pretending I’m okay.
Hands on my chest but I’m gaspin’ for light,
Fakin’ my smile while losin’ the fight.
People walk past like I’m not even there,
“Just cheer up,” they say like I haven’t tried air.
They don’t see the walls caving in on my soul,
They just see the mask, not the black hole.
I’m six feet deep, but I’m still alive,
Crawling through dirt just to try to survive.
No sun, no peace, just echoes and dread,
But I write my story even when hope’s dead.
Yeah, I’m buried, broken, torn and bound.
But I’m still here six feet underground.
It’s like breathin’ through concrete, panic in my lungs,
Fightin’ a war that don’t show on my tongue.
My hands shake while I’m fixin’ my face,
Smilin’ for crowds, but I’m losin’ the race.
Thoughts like knives, got no escape,
Anxiety’s a thief and it won’t wait.
Sleep don’t come, just nightmares thrive,
I pray for peace, but I bleed just to feel alive.
Tried pills, tried faith, tried drownin’ in sound,
But nothin’ fills that echoin’ pound.
Still I rise, though I crumble inside,
Don’t call me weak I’m still tryin’ to survive.
If you hear me from the dirt,
Know I’m diggin’ past the hurt.
I might be lost beneath this pain.
But even the buried dream of rain.
I’m six feet deep, but I’m not gone,
Still writin’ verses when the night feels long.
No light, no peace, but I still write sound,
Still breathin’ broken six feet underground.
If I don’t wake tomorrow.
Tell ‘em I tried.
Tell ‘em I fought every shadow that crept inside.
Tell ‘em I smiled when it hurt to breathe,
And I gave all I had, though no one could see.
I built a home in the dark, made peace with the pain,
Hugged my demons just to feel sane.
But if you hear this and you’re buried too,
Please hold on ‘cause I’m holdin’ for you.
We might be six feet under in mind and soul,
But we ain’t gone till we let go.
I’m still here.
even if the world don’t know.
༺🌹༻ 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 ༺🌹༻
© 2025 Rose. All rights reserved.
Buried by the silence, can’t scream, no sound.
The weight of the world it don’t ease, don’t lift,
Just pressure and pain with no end to this drift.
I wake in the dark, can’t tell night from day,
Tired of pretending I’m okay.
Hands on my chest but I’m gaspin’ for light,
Fakin’ my smile while losin’ the fight.
People walk past like I’m not even there,
“Just cheer up,” they say like I haven’t tried air.
They don’t see the walls caving in on my soul,
They just see the mask, not the black hole.
I’m six feet deep, but I’m still alive,
Crawling through dirt just to try to survive.
No sun, no peace, just echoes and dread,
But I write my story even when hope’s dead.
Yeah, I’m buried, broken, torn and bound.
But I’m still here six feet underground.
It’s like breathin’ through concrete, panic in my lungs,
Fightin’ a war that don’t show on my tongue.
My hands shake while I’m fixin’ my face,
Smilin’ for crowds, but I’m losin’ the race.
Thoughts like knives, got no escape,
Anxiety’s a thief and it won’t wait.
Sleep don’t come, just nightmares thrive,
I pray for peace, but I bleed just to feel alive.
Tried pills, tried faith, tried drownin’ in sound,
But nothin’ fills that echoin’ pound.
Still I rise, though I crumble inside,
Don’t call me weak I’m still tryin’ to survive.
If you hear me from the dirt,
Know I’m diggin’ past the hurt.
I might be lost beneath this pain.
But even the buried dream of rain.
I’m six feet deep, but I’m not gone,
Still writin’ verses when the night feels long.
No light, no peace, but I still write sound,
Still breathin’ broken six feet underground.
If I don’t wake tomorrow.
Tell ‘em I tried.
Tell ‘em I fought every shadow that crept inside.
Tell ‘em I smiled when it hurt to breathe,
And I gave all I had, though no one could see.
I built a home in the dark, made peace with the pain,
Hugged my demons just to feel sane.
But if you hear this and you’re buried too,
Please hold on ‘cause I’m holdin’ for you.
We might be six feet under in mind and soul,
But we ain’t gone till we let go.
I’m still here.
even if the world don’t know.
༺🌹༻ 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 ༺🌹༻
© 2025 Rose. All rights reserved.