
Track Notes
Suno version: v3.2
Suno metadata
- Style
- industrial metal, alternative metal, industrial rock
- Model
- v5.5
- Created
- Mar 31, 2026
- Last synced
- Aug 1, 2026
Lyrics
[vocal mature_female_lead, lower_timbre, clear_enunciation, firm_attack, restrained_verses, hard_hitting_chorus]
[tempo 96_bpm, 4_4, mechanical_pulse]
[entry centered_intro, mono_centered_intro, no_hard_panning, unique_intro, filtered_machine_intro, dark_synth_motion, percussive_tension_build]
[instrumentation heavy_guitar_body, tight_drums, deep_bass, industrial_accents, muted_machine_rhythm, restrained_synth_layers]
[production hybrid_analog_digital, industrial_alt_metal, raw_studio_polish, verse_space, chorus_density_shift, analog_warmth]
[mood tense, nocturnal, confrontational, self_conflict, relentless]
[mix vocal_forward, balanced_stereo_field, smooth_high_end, softened_cymbal_transients, natural_cymbal_decay, balanced_top_end, clean_top_end, no_digital_harshness, tight_center_image, low_mid_weight]
[exclude metal_chugs, screamcore, harsh_vocals, glossy_edm, festival_energy, bright_glitch_spray, icy_shimmer]
[drier cymbal profile, stronger low-mid glue]
[tape saturation, subtle analog warmth]
[softened_cymbal_transients]
[balanced_stereo_field]
Verse 1
Throwing punches at the dark again
Swinging at the dead air where I’ve been
Every hallway starts another fight
Bleeding on the floor of my own mind tonight
Chorus
I’m a shadowboxer, striking the air
Fists full of nothing, hurt everywhere
Can’t win a war that’s under my skin
But I keep swinging again and again
Verse 2
Damaged by battles no one ever sees
Hunted by the shadow inside of me
Every scar is carved by my own hand
Fighting for a ground I can’t command
Chorus
I’m a shadowboxer, striking the air
Fists full of nothing, hurt everywhere
Can’t win a war that’s under my skin
But I keep swinging again and again
Bridge
If I fall, I fall alone
No referee, no ringing phone
I’d rather fight than lay down still
Keep throwing blows against my will
Final Chorus
I’m a shadowboxer, striking the air
Fists full of nothing, hurt everywhere
Can’t win a war that’s under my skin
But I keep swinging again and again
I keep swinging again and again
