The Grym Smyle Chronicals: Crash Bloom

by Chris Denisewicz · Metal › Metalcore · Made with Suno · 0 plays

The story behind this song

part of a concept album of turning childhood toys into horror objects. This is about feeling memories of car crash victims while playing with hot wheels

Lyrics

One car, two cars, three cars more You’ll remember when your body hits the door Rolled them across my wrist today Little wheels etched the memory gray I trace the turns across my veins I crash alone each goddamn night Crash bloom, I bloom in wreckage red Living someone else's final breath Crash bloom, I bloom in wreckage red Living someone else's final breath These aren't toys. They're haunted homes. My bruises don’t match any fall But I feel them all My bruises don’t match any fall But I feel them all I AM THE WRECK COLLECTOR! Bite the curb of memory Ride the windshield into me No seatbelt, no face left I crash until I bloom again BITE THE CURB OF MEMORY! RIDE THE WINDSHIELD INTO ME! NO SEATBELT! NO FACE LEFT! I CRASH UNTIL I BLOOM AGAIN! Crash bloom, I bloom in wreckage red Living someone else's final breath Crash bloom, I bloom in wreckage red Living someone else's final breath Keep rolling them… they only hurt when you stop.