Withered Pulse — Dark Addictive Metalcore (Scrubbing Your Ghost From My Skin)

Withered Pulse — Dark Addictive Metalcore (Scrubbing Your Ghost From My Skin)

"Withered Pulse" is a dark addictive metalcore track about grief, substance abuse, and trying to cleanse yourself of someone who left their ghosts in every corner of your life.

The song explores the aftermath of addiction and emotional decay — bottles, razors, and memories that won’t wash away, scrubbing ghosts from bathtub rings, chasing after the last high that left only silence and scars. It’s about coping with self-destruction when your heartbeat becomes a reminder of someone else’s absence. Built on bleak atmospheres, haunting riffs, whispered confessions, and furious screams, it feels like standing in bleach fumes, trying to erase what you loved and what it did to you.

If you connect with metalcore exploring addiction, trauma recovery, emotional scars, grief, and the ghosts of condemned love, “Withered Pulse” will cut deep.

🎵 LYRICS

Withered Pulse

Withered pulse from the bottles you left on the sink's edge cracked,
Razor nicks mapping veins where your texts went black.
Do you smell the bleach? I'm scrubbing your ghost from the tub ring stain,
But your silence carves deeper than the scars I can't explain!

I twist the cap where your lipstick ring faded to matte,
Count the amber remnants you flushed when I flatlined that.
The mirror fog holds your outline from showers we shared,
Now it drips accusations I comb from my unwashed hair.
Your hoodie zipper teeth snag my wrist like forgotten teeth,
I zip it shut over ribs that wheeze your bequeathed grief.

I pocket the foil wrappers crumpled from your "one last time,"
But the high wore off leaving veins that won't realign.

Withered pulse from the bottles... bleach fumes choke!
Scrubbing your ghost... scars I can't explain!

The nightstand drawer sticks with rubber bands from tourniquets,
Your lighter flint sparks hallucinations I can't forget.
I fold the note you scribbled "try harder" before you bailed,
Tape reinforces creases where my fingers blistered failed.
The fridge hum mocks the meals you microwaved through my haze,
Now it echoes isolation in your abandoned plates' maze.

Fingers raw prying blister packs your habit half-confessed...

Withered pulse... razor nicks reopen!
Your silence carves... deeper than scars eternal!

Withered pulse... bleach fumes...
Razor nicks... your silence carves...
And the pill bottle stays half-full, mocking my withered pulse.

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Credits:

Music created by TK1NG.
Produced using Suno AI.
Visual mode created using: http://vizzy.io

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