Boom, Bang, Bomb - Official Lyric Video

Landing page (spotify/iTunes/apple/etc:) https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/sta... (A song I wrote but AI sang:) She wasn’t always the explosion. Before the neon smoke and the laughter and the bodies left in shattered glass, she was just a girl on a dying scrapyard planet at the edge of the galaxy, where cities were built from rusted shipwrecks and survival meant stealing, fixing, and running. She wasn’t the strongest or the fastest, but she was brilliant, able to turn broken tech into something dangerous, something beautiful. The small group she called her family relied on that, even if they never fully trusted it. She wanted them to see her worth, to prove she wasn’t the weak link, so when they were sent on a job to disable a corporate convoy, she made a small change to the device they were given. She made it better, stronger, brighter. She made it perfect. But perfection turned into catastrophe, and the explosion didn’t just stop the convoy, it erased it, along with half her crew. The ones who survived didn’t see talent or potential, only destruction, and in the aftermath of fire and silence, they left her behind, alone in the wreckage of what she had done. He found her there, sitting in the ashes, surrounded by the kind of silence that follows something irreversible. A powerful figure who ruled the black markets and war economies of the system, a man who didn’t flinch at chaos but understood how to shape it. Where others saw a mistake, he saw a weapon waiting to be perfected. He took her in, not with kindness, but with purpose, giving her tools, resources, and a place where she was no longer a burden but an asset. He told her what she needed to believe, that she wasn’t abandoned because she was broken, but because she was more than they could handle. And slowly, she started to believe him. The guilt didn’t disappear, but it changed, twisting into something louder, something sharper. The voices in her head, once filled with regret and fear, began to shift, repeating the moment over and over until it became something else entirely. Not a mistake, but a rhythm. Not a tragedy, but a beginning. Under his influence, she stopped building weapons to survive and started building them to feel. Each creation became more elaborate, more expressive, explosions that bloomed in neon colors, grenades that sparked like fireworks, destruction that felt less like violence and more like art. Chaos became something she could control, something she could dance with instead of fear. The louder it was, the quieter everything inside her became. The more things shattered around her, the more whole she felt. She learned to laugh again, but it wasn’t the same kind of laughter. It was sharp, unhinged, threaded with something hollow beneath it. People across systems began to whisper about her, about the girl who didn’t just destroy but performed it, who painted the sky with fire and called it beauty. Now she moves through the galaxy like a living detonation, a flicker of neon light and smoke, leaving chaos in her wake. To everyone else, she is madness, unpredictable and dangerous, a walking catastrophe with a grin that never quite reaches her eyes. But inside, the voices never stopped. They still hum in the quiet moments, still echo with fragments of who she used to be, only now they don’t tell her to stop. They don’t warn her or beg her to slow down. They sing to her, soft and familiar, like lullabies woven from memory and loss, urging her forward, urging her louder, urging her to pull the pin. And when the world explodes around her, when the colors bloom and the sound drowns everything else out, it is the only time she feels at peace, the only time the noise in her head finally makes sense. ----------------------------------------------------------- This one was inspired by a character who really left a mark on me from the show Arcane. Jinx’s story, her pain, the way she shattered—it stayed with me long after the screen went dark. But this song doesn’t capture all of that depth… it’s just my tribute to her chaos, her explosions, and the madness. #fantasysong #fantasymusic #fantasysongs #fantasylovers #epicsong #booktok #booktube #storysongs #music #newmusicalert #spotifyplaylist #fantasyplaylist #bookmusic #bookplaylist #newmusic #dnd #dungeonsanddragons #jinx #jinxarcane #arcane