After Dark Mark - Till Death Do Us Part (Official Audio)

"Till Death Do Us Part" is a raw, fast-paced, and deeply emotive storytelling track that captures the brutal shock of sudden heartbreak, betrayal, and the cold reality of a life changed in an afternoon. From a silent kitchen table to the heavy weight of lingering memories, this track pulls no punches. Written and performed by After Dark Mark. LYRICS [Intro] I’m writing this because I know if I spoke to you, I’d just scream. You’ll never read this. I just need to get it out of my head. [Verse 1] I'm writing this from the kitchen table—your coffee mug is still sitting where you left it, It's cold. I'm tracing the ring mark on the wood, wondering how you could just accept it. Seven hours ago, I was tracing the ink of a tattoo on your spine, Her hair across my arm, skin warm, thinking— "God, I'm glad you're mine." Fast forward to noon— and why was there a manila folder by your plate? You didn't even look up when you pushed it over, didn't hesitate. I laughed, like, "What is this? A joke? Did you print the wrong form?" You just kept your hands folded, stone cold, standing in the middle of a storm! I said, "Wait, hold on, stop! We were just... we were just fine!" You said, "Sign the bottom line, Mark. Don't waste my time." No shaking in your hand, not a tear on your cheek, not a crack in your voice, Like ten years of being my best friend was just a minor, inconvenient choice! I'm holding the pen, looking at my own signature, watching you kill the dream, How do you watch a whole marriage bleed out and keep your heart so clean?! [Chorus] And "till death do us part" was just honeyed words for the naive! How you hold me in the morning, but by night you make me leave?! Now you’re five names deep while I’m still staring at the floor— I’ll never fall in love again, I locked and bolted up the door! Yeah, I locked and bolted up the door! [Verse 2] Four months. One hundred and twenty days since I started writing this in my mind. I'm sitting in the truck outside the gas station, leaving every answer behind. 'Cause a mutual friend walked up to my window, tried to lower his tone, Asked me how I was doing, like I'm made out of glass or fragile stone. Then he dropped it—he didn't mean to, but it hit like a blade in the throat: Five guys. Four months. Running through names like a laundry note. I just stared at the steering wheel... wait, five? I've been sitting in this same dark room just trying to stay alive! I haven't even moved your chair away from the dining room table! I'm replaying ten years of memories, trying to figure out if any of it was stable! Was I a placeholder? A chapter? A line in a book you threw in the trash? Did you trade ten years of a best friend for a four-month streak of cheap flash?! You erased our history, erased the vows, killed what mattered the most! Passing through the same town like two ghost ships off the coast! And the worst part? You're out there sleeping fine in somebody else's bed, While I'm trapped in a kitchen set for two, going out of my fucking head! [Chorus] And "till death do us part" was just honeyed words for the naive! How you hold me in the morning, but by night you make me leave?! Now you’re five names deep while I’m still staring at the floor— I’ll never fall in love again, I locked and bolted up the door! [Bridge] People tell me... "Mark, you gotta clean the kitchen." "You gotta throw out that half-empty mug." "You gotta move her chair." They don't get it. If I move that chair... it means the room was built for one. It means "forever" was just a word we said when we were scared of the dark. [Breakdown] I'M NOT MOVING THE CHAIR! I'M NOT SIGNING THE PAGE! YOU TOOK A BEST FRIEND AND TURNED IT TO RAGE! [Verse 3] So stack the brick, pour the concrete, build the wall around my chest! I hear somebody talk about "the one" and I laugh at all the rest! Call me bitter, call me broken, say I'm cynical and cold— I watched the only thing I trusted get completely bought and sold! No second chances, no new beginnings, no opening the front door, I learned the lesson in a single afternoon on a cold kitchen floor! "Till death do us part" is a slogan for the foolish to believe... AND I WILL NEVER LET ANOTHER HONEYED WORD MAKE ME BLEED! [Outro] I'm folding this paper up now. Your mug's still sitting on the counter. It's cold. Never again. Yours... Mark. #AfterDarkMark #TillDeathDoUsPart #InsomniacsDivision #HipHop #EmotiveRap #StorytellingRap #IndependentMusic #UndergroundHipHop #RapLyrics #NewMusic © 2026 After Dark Mark / Insomniacs Division. All rights reserved. Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.