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  • Id:

    04440c9a506474ccab9f04cdab02032e6809309fb26e7d05f104dbdacece9d5f
    safe

  • Prompt:

    "Hopped on the freeway in Los Angeles at 5 pm" Genre: Grindcore (Job for a Cowboy, Black Dahlia Murder) Title: Hopped on the Freeway in Los Angeles at 5 PM Genre: Grindcore (Job for a Cowboy / The Black Dahlia Murder inspired) Trapped in lane rage, asphalt veins ignite, REEEEEEEE!!! Sun’s a death lamp, melting skulls in sight, BREEEEEEEEE!!! Brake lights blink Morse code from hell, REEEEE!!! I'm six cars behind a Prius smell! BMW cuts in, signal lies— REEEEEE!!! Window down, I scream to the skies, BREEEEEE!!! Podcast hosts preach inner peace, REEEEE!!! While my blood boils, sanity cease! Billboards glare: “HAVE A NICE DAY!” REEEEEE!!! I flip the sign off on the 405 fray, BREEEEE!!! One lane open, siren wails, REEEEEE!!! Just to rubberneck at doom and nails! (Breakdown chugs) FIVE O’CLOCK. NO ESCAPE. REEEEEE!!! CITY OF ANGELS? CITY OF HATE! BREEEEEEEEE!!! Clutch is dust, I merge with wrath, REEEEEE!!! Forever cursed on this freeway path!

  • Image:

    Hopped on the Freeway in Los Angeles at 5 PM

  • Description:

    The image captures the hustle and bustle of a busy freeway in Los Angeles at 5 pm. Cars are backed up in traffic, with some vehicles appearing to be stuck in a lane rage. The sun is setting, casting a dramatic glow over the scene. The sky is filled with the vibrant colors of the sunset, creating a striking contrast with the darkness of the freeway. The cars are a mix of different sizes and styles, reflecting the diverse population of the city. The freeway is a microcosm of the city's life, with people commuting to work, school, or other destinations. The image evokes a sense of frustration and impatience, as the drivers navigate the congested roads. Despite the chaos, the city's energy and vibrancy are evident in the scene. The freeway is a symbol of the city's constant motion and the never-ending pursuit of progress.

  • Songs:

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  • Lyrics:

    Title: Hopped on the Freeway in Los Angeles at 5 PM
Tags: Grindcore, Death Metal

Trapped in lane rage, asphalt veins ignite,
REEEEEEEE!!!
Sun’s a death lamp, melting skulls in sight,
BREEEEEEEEE!!!
Brake lights blink Morse code from hell,
REEEEE!!!
I'm six cars behind a Prius smell!

BMW cuts in, signal lies—
REEEEEE!!!
Window down, I scream to the skies,
BREEEEEE!!!
Podcast hosts preach inner peace,
REEEEE!!!
While my blood boils, sanity cease!

Billboards glare: 'HAVE A NICE DAY!'
REEEEEE!!!
I flip the sign off on the 405 fray,
BREEEEE!!!
One lane open, siren wails,
REEEEEE!!!
Just to rubberneck at doom and nails!

(Breakdown chugs)
FIVE O’CLOCK.
NO ESCAPE.
REEEEEE!!!
CITY OF ANGELS? CITY OF HATE!
BREEEEEEEEE!!!

Clutch is dust, I merge with wrath,
REEEEEE!!!
Forever cursed on this freeway path!