Suno Prompt × Post-Hardcore

Jenny

Adapted from “Jenny” — Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1870

Method: Custom Mode, single generation. Cold aggressive post-hardcore at 180 BPM with “cold and cutting” vocal descriptor. The full-speed tempo keeps the wall of distortion relentless while Jenny’s vocal delivery stays controlled and dismissive — the contrast between the heavy music and her detached contempt is the engine. This is the first song in the series told from a position of power rather than damage.
Style of Music
post-hardcore, cold aggressive, thick downtuned distorted guitars, wall of distortion, double kick drums, raw powerful female vocals, cold and cutting, dark unflinching intensity, 180 BPM
Lyrics
[Instrumental Intro] (full intensity from beat one, fast heavy downtuned power chords, double kick blast, no build up, maximum volume immediately) [Verse 1] (controlled, cold, dismissive delivery) Your knee’s been digging in my neck for hours and you haven’t noticed You filled my glass and put it by my hand like I was going to drink You called me lazy, called me tragic, something from a textbook You built this whole thing in your head and none of it involves me talking You look at me a lot for someone who can’t even touch me I keep my eyes shut, I keep my breathing flat I let you look [Refrain] (cold, no emotion) You’re talking to yourself [Verse 2] (same cold intensity, dismissive) You’re praying over me now like somebody’s going to answer You found a girl who’s just like me except she’s clean enough to mention You flinched before you finished it, you couldn’t hold the thought The clock is loud, your leg is numb, you catch yourself mid-shift You came here wanting something and you sat down and you talked You’ve been here all night and you haven’t done a thing Just talked [Refrain] You’re talking to yourself [Bridge] (half-time, heavy, deliberate) You slide your knee out, push a cushion underneath my head Like I wouldn’t feel the difference Your fingers on my chest, the folded edge of bills You’re tucking cash between my tits like that’s a goodbye That’s the closest you will ever get to me [Final Chorus] (full intensity, cold fury) You’re talking to yourself You paid for what you never got You’re talking to yourself Not a single word you said mattered [Outro] (drums only, then silence) [End]
Exclude Styles
power metal, bright guitar, clean guitar, acoustic, slow tempo, soft vocals, gentle