Fake Police

[INTRO — SERVER HUM / NOTIFICATION PINGS] You put on the badge, but the badge was fake. You called it protection, but you built the cage. Little glasses glowing in a basement frame— fake police online trying to rename the flame. ⸻ [VERSE 1] Idiots talking like they won the scene, standing next to beauty they couldn’t even read. Supermodel lightning in a quiet room, and they brought clipboards to explain the moon. Guys with glasses looking lost on Discord, typing like landlords of a stolen reward. Creeper little therapists with a fake soft tone, trying to make her feel like her mind isn’t her own. Servers colluding, numbers getting botted, trying to own mentors like dogs they adopted. Pretending they know the whole damn story— but they don’t know the wound, they don’t know the glory. ⸻ [CHORUS] Fake police, fake frame, using my songs to scare her name. Fake proof, fake care, trying to keep smoke in the air. You treated it like a subscription, like access was the prize. But I knew what it was— and you never will with those fake police eyes. ⸻ [VERSE 2] You heard the songs and built the wrong case, put the wrong woman in the wrong place. Some of that music came from old pain, from my ex-wife’s shadow and a beautiful name. She was beautiful too, and I can prove it clean, but you don’t want proof— you want control of the scene. You want her confused, you want her afraid, you want every feeling filed under “mistake.” But I was inspired, not trying to own. I saw a spark and gave it a home. You made it ugly, you made it insane, then called yourselves shelter while tightening the chain. ⸻ [BRIDGE — HALF-TIME / MASK STATIC] You don’t know the full story. You don’t know the source. You don’t know the marriage. You don’t know the force. You don’t know the silence that taught me to sing. She was similar, had same interests. You can't have two people like the same thing? Fucking idiots You just saw the lightning and tried to sell the ring. ⸻ [FINAL CHORUS] Fake police, fake frame, using my songs to scare her name. Fake proof, fake care, trying to keep smoke in the air. You treated it like a subscription, like access was the prize. But I knew what it was— and you never will with those fake police eyes. ⸻ [OUTRO — LOW STATIC / DISTANT GUITAR] She wasn’t a trophy. I wasn’t a threat. You built a story that still hasn’t paid its debt. I knew what it was. You never will. Fake police online, standing perfectly still.