Curtain Call Kid

drums and bass, funk, bass, guitar, baritones, shoegaze

They said that endings make things neat, they said they tie the story clean,
But you’ve seen truth unravel slow—behind the scenes, it’s never serene.
You gave yourself to something cruel, to art that eats what keeps it real,
And when it’s done, there’s nothing left except the echo you can’t feel.
The curtains shiver like a wound that’s trying hard to scab in place,
You try to smile, but every grin feels foreign on your hollow face.
They clap for closure, clap for loss, for all the things they’ll never know,
You bow your head, you take the fall—because that’s how finales go.

[Pre-Chorus]
You beg for time, but the reel runs thin,
The credits roll, they don’t fade in.
Every name that scrolls feels wrong,
Every silence eats the song.

[Chorus]
Curtain call, kid—take your bow,
It’s over now, it’s over now.
Doesn’t matter who still bleeds,
The script don’t bend to human needs.
Curtain call, kid—don’t pretend,
Every story meets its end.
And when the lights go cold and dim,
The world forgets you, limb by limb.

[Verse 2]
You begged to speak, to write the lines they cut before you could begin,
But progress doesn’t ask for truth—it rolls right over skin and sin.
You told yourself it wasn’t fair, that beauty shouldn’t rot this way,
But endings come like debts unpaid—they take, they never stay.
The echoes in the rafters mock the hope you used to keep,
You built your worth on fragile dreams that couldn’t help but fall asleep.
The wires hum, the dust collects, the air grows heavy, sharp, and still,
And everything you thought was choice was just the push of someone’s will.

They’ll call it art, they’ll call it brave, they’ll call it time to let it go,
But what’s a curtain but a cage designed to tell you when to show?
The reel keeps turning—no consent, no mercy left for what you miss,
And every ending wears your face, it feels like this, it ends like this.
The stage is dark, the exits locked, you’ve said enough, you’ve said too much,
You reach for something real to hold but can’t recall what warmth should touch.
They say the audience moves on, that pain is just a passing trend—
But you were never ready, kid, for this kind of end.

[Bridge – Slow, Bassy, Detached]
We end too soon, we end too late,
But endings never hesitate.
They come like winter, sharp and bare,
Unimpressed with who still cares.
You can’t beg time, it won’t delay,
It kills the color, takes the play.
And all that’s left when silence hums—
Are empty rows and no one comes.

[Final Chorus – Soft, Dissolving]
Curtain call, kid—don’t look back,
Every promise fades to black.
No encore, no bright reprise,
Just you beneath indifferent skies.
Curtain call, kid—fade away,
Nothing left but what you gave.
And when it ends, when all goes still—
The world moves on.
It always will.

[Outro – Faint Reverb]
The lights die slow.
The sound decays.
You breathe once more—
And walk away.

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[Verse 1] The velvet drops in silence, thick as guilt, the crowd exhales and folds in two, All the colors fade to gray beneath the stage lights’ dying hue. You stand there motionless, the ghost of something once alive, And realize that meaning’s gone, the play was just a means to survive. The walls still hum with voices, half-remembered, half-decayed, All those promises you whispered just to keep the fear at bay. The floorboards creak beneath your shoes like they resent the weight you bear, You wanted peace, but found instead the thin, exhausted taste of air. They said that endings make things neat, they said they tie the story clean, But you’ve seen truth unravel slow—behind the scenes, it’s never serene. You gave yourself to something cruel, to art that eats what keeps it real, And when it’s done, there’s nothing left except the echo you can’t feel. The curtains shiver like a wound that’s trying hard to scab in place, You try to smile, but every grin feels foreign on your hollow face. They clap for closure, clap for loss, for all the things they’ll never know, You bow your head, you take the fall—because that’s how finales go. [Pre-Chorus] You beg for time, but the reel runs thin, The credits roll, they don’t fade in. Every name that scrolls feels wrong, Every silence eats the song. [Chorus] Curtain call, kid—take your bow, It’s over now, it’s over now. Doesn’t matter who still bleeds, The script don’t bend to human needs. Curtain call, kid—don’t pretend, Every story meets its end. And when the lights go cold and dim, The world forgets you, limb by limb. [Verse 2] You begged to speak, to write the lines they cut before you could begin, But progress doesn’t ask for truth—it rolls right over skin and sin. You told yourself it wasn’t fair, that beauty shouldn’t rot this way, But endings come like debts unpaid—they take, they never stay. The echoes in the rafters mock the hope you used to keep, You built your worth on fragile dreams that couldn’t help but fall asleep. The wires hum, the dust collects, the air grows heavy, sharp, and still, And everything you thought was choice was just the push of someone’s will. They’ll call it art, they’ll call it brave, they’ll call it time to let it go, But what’s a curtain but a cage designed to tell you when to show? The reel keeps turning—no consent, no mercy left for what you miss, And every ending wears your face, it feels like this, it ends like this. The stage is dark, the exits locked, you’ve said enough, you’ve said too much, You reach for something real to hold but can’t recall what warmth should touch. They say the audience moves on, that pain is just a passing trend— But you were never ready, kid, for this kind of end. [Bridge – Slow, Bassy, Detached] We end too soon, we end too late, But endings never hesitate. They come like winter, sharp and bare, Unimpressed with who still cares. You can’t beg time, it won’t delay, It kills the color, takes the play. And all that’s left when silence hums— Are empty rows and no one comes. [Final Chorus – Soft, Dissolving] Curtain call, kid—don’t look back, Every promise fades to black. No encore, no bright reprise, Just you beneath indifferent skies. Curtain call, kid—fade away, Nothing left but what you gave. And when it ends, when all goes still— The world moves on. It always will. [Outro – Faint Reverb] The lights die slow. The sound decays. You breathe once more— And walk away.

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