Id:

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Prompt:

a rising rock star who has let his hair grow to long wrestles with the possibility of having to get a haircut and lose the hair he worked so hard to grow. Math rock, ballad, moody.

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Description:

In this image, a young man with spiky hair is standing in front of a gray background. He is wearing a black shirt and a green jacket, giving him a mysterious and edgy appearance. The man's eyes are focused on the camera, conveying a sense of intensity and determination. The overall atmosphere of the image is moody and intriguing, capturing the viewer's attention with its striking visual elements.

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Lyrics:

Title: Shear Edge
Tags: Math Rock, Ballad, Moody

The mirror's cold, my reflection stares, 
Caught in the fight of what I wear, 
My hands reach out but can’t repair, 
The cost of fame, the weight I bear. 

The spiky strands that I’ve grown long, 
Like a crown, they’ve kept me strong, 
But the world demands I move along, 
Cut it short, the battle’s gone. 

Chorus:
Should I let it fall, or hold it tight? 
Every inch of hair feels like a fight. 
Does it define who I am inside? 
If I trim it down, what will I hide? 

The clock is ticking, the blade’s too near, 
A razor’s edge, a place of fear, 
Do I fade away or persevere? 
Will I still be me when it disappears? 

The crowd’s on fire, but I’m stuck here, 
Chasing shadows, fighting tears. 
My image shattered, or will I clear, 
The doubts inside that reappear? 

Chorus:
Should I let it fall, or hold it tight? 
Every inch of hair feels like a fight. 
Does it define who I am inside? 
If I trim it down, what will I hide? 

Bridge:
In every strand, there’s a memory, 
Of moments wild and moments free. 
Will it all change, will it still be me, 
Without my hair, what do I see? 

Outro:
A whisper in the silence grows, 
Cut it loose, and let it go. 
In the change, I’ll find my flow, 
A rising star, this world will know.