Better than You
[Intro - Instrumental: Fast palm-muted guitar riff in E minor, building with crash cymbals and a rising bass line. Ava enters with a spoken-word snarl over the buildup to hook the crowd immediately.] [Ava - Spoken snarl] "This one's for every asshole who thought they could break me... but I'm breaking out instead." [Verse 1 -Energetic, mid-tempo verse with clean-ish vocals building to distortion. Guitars chug along, drums keep a steady punk beat.] Woke up to your bullshit again, Same old lies, same old grin. You drag me down, make me scream, I'm done with your toxic dream. Every word's a knife in my back, Your ego's got me under attack. I've had enough of your games, Time to set this fire ablaze. [Pre-Chorus - Build tension with half-time feel, vocals rising in pitch and intensity. Add harmonies or backing shouts from band.] I'm packing my bags, slamming the door, You won't see me begging anymore. Heart's racing, blood's boiling hot, This rebellion's all I've got! [Chorus - Full blast: Big, open power chords, fast drums, gang vocals on the hooks. This is the sing-along core—make it repetitive and anthemic so the crowd can scream along word-for-word.] You make me wanna fuck your best friend! Scratch up that car you don't shut up about! Throw your Xbox out the window! Tear my god damn hair out! You make me wanna end it, And not just this relationship! Put a gun to my head, Cuz meeting Satan has to be better than you! [Repeat the last two lines with layered screams for emphasis: "Put a gun to my head... BETTER THAN YOU!"] [Verse 2 - similar to Verse 1 but with more distortion and urgency. Add a guitar lead riff over the top.] Your apologies are empty trash, Flash of anger, then a crash. You think you're king, but you're just a fool, I'm rewriting all your rules. No more nights of silent tears, I'm facing down my deepest fears. Your hold on me is breaking free, Watch me rise, you'll see. [Pre-Chorus - Same as before, but add a slight vocal fry or scream on the last line for escalation.] I'm packing my bags, slamming the door, You won't see me begging anymore. Heart's racing, blood's boiling hot, This rebellion's all I've got! [Chorus - Even bigger this time—double the gang vocals, maybe a key change up a half-step for intensity.] You make me wanna fuck your best friend! Scratch up that car you don't shut up about! Throw your Xbox out the window! Tear my god damn hair out! You make me wanna end it, And not just this relationship! Put a gun to my head, Cuz meeting Satan has to be better than you! [Bridge/Breakdown - Slow it down to half-time, heavy breakdown with chugging guitars and spoken/screamed vocals. Build back up with accelerating drums. crowd can chant "Better than you!" in call-and-response.] (Whispered:) I thought love was supposed to heal... But you turned it into something real ugly. (Screamed:) Now I'm walking out, flames behind me! No regrets, just sweet anarchy! You pushed me to the edge, now watch me jump! (Build:) Better... than... YOU! [Final Chorus/Outro - Back to full speed, repeat chorus with ad-libs like "Fuck you!" or crowd prompts. Fade out with chaotic guitar feedback and drums.] You make me wanna fuck your best friend! Scratch up that car you don't shut up about! Throw your Xbox out the window! Tear my god damn hair out! You make me wanna end it, And not just this relationship! Put a gun to my head, Cuz meeting Satan has to be better than you! (Outro chant: Crowd screams "BETTER THAN YOU!" repeatedly as music fades.)
