[Intro – guitar lick + rimshot cymbal, crowd murmur fading] [Female Voice 1:] "Hey, remember that one band that said they were coming for us?" [Female Voice 2:] "Yeah… what were they called again?" [Female Voice 1:] "…Exactly." [big guitar riff begins] [Verse 1 – Bliss] They hit the stage, tried to steal our light, Imitating our style every night. Thought they could spin us like a cheap disguise— But, baby, we already claimed that prize. They yelled “We’re the future!” through a cracked‑out cord, Tried to ride a wave they couldn’t afford. Gave one hundred, left sweat on the floor— We gave a thousand, then gave ’em more. [Pre‑Chorus – Kitten] We don’t blink on the brink, don’t sweat when it’s hot, Turn their “almost famous” into “definitely not.” You wanted drama? We brought fire. You chased our dreams— we built empires. [Chorus – full band] Rivals — where are they now? They roared so loud but forgot the how. They challenged queens, ignored the crown— We swung the scepter, watched ’em crash down. They flashed their best— it wasn’t enough. Sure, they danced real cute— we still called the bluff. They eyed our throne, then choked on that vow— Sorry / not sorry … we’re too wow. (Rivals — where are they now?) [Verse 2 – Sweets & Kismet trade‑off] I saw one with looks, another with style— But none could hold their lane for a mile. Borrowed beats, rehearsed their poses— Then wilted fast like bargain roses. We’re beauty on fire, grace in pressure, Signature etched on the final ledger. A kiss to the crowd, a wink to your doubts— Mic‑drop later, and we turn you out. [Bridge – Calamity, half‑time build] We’re the beat on the edge of a bass‑line cliff, The final chorus on a power‑drum shift. Thunder rolls when your silence falls— Think twice next time you start those calls. "Want a rematch? Bring a burn patch." [Breakdown – taunts over drum‑&‑bass groove] "They sent their best — well, bless their hearts." "They left with selfies, we left with charts." "They burned bright for half a show …" "We headline cities you don’t even know." [Final Chorus – Bliss on top, stacked harmonies] Rivals — where are they now? In the shadows of our neon glow. We lit the fire, they froze like snow; They whispered out while we stole the show. From the brink to the peak, we keep the vow: Never blink, still standing proud. So next time someone wants our crown— Ask the ghosts … (Rivals — where are they now?) [Outro – stomping beat fades] [Female Voice 1:] "We don’t remember your name, babe …" [Female Voice 2:] "But we remember the silence you left when we finished." [final guitar squeal, crowd cheering rises, then fade]
