FICTION👀STEROIDS 🫶

Cinematic alternative rock with a slow-burning verse groove, 92 BPM feel, distorted bass, spacious baritone electric-guitar chords, tom-heavy drums, and restrained male lead vocals that rise from intimate skepticism into a forceful anthemic chorus, Build from sparse palm-muted guitar and low room ambience into wide guitars, layered gang harmonies, and crashing cymbals; include a stripped bridge with pulsing bass and spoken-sung delivery, then a final chorus with octave vocal doubles, Dark, urgent, intelligent production with tight low end, dry vocal verses, widening stereo guitars, and a raw but polished live-band mix

V4.5-ALL

[Verse 1]
They keep the cameras in a locked room
Scripts are swapped and filed away
A villain gets redeemed by lunchtime
A hero’s cut before the day

The names are plastered on the billboards
The plots are polished bright
But every hand that flips the channel
Could have spliced the same scene twice

[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me who was writing this
Tell me who revised the frame
If the author hides off‑camera
How can anyone know their name?

[Chorus]
Scene by scene, nobody knows
What happened before the spotlight froze
Every storyline’s a borrowed face
Every missing reel leaves empty space
They hold the script above our heads
Use loud myths to measure what we dread
Scene by scene, the stage is theirs
The show is fiction running wild on steroids

[Verse 2]
The classroom draws a clean horizon
One bright line from start to now
No room for all the cut revisions
No room to ask who wrote the vow

The network hums behind the curtain
Notes on every guarded shelf
Truth becomes a ratings question
When the critic writes about himself

[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me who was staging this
Tell me who gets paid to swear
If the record feeds the story
Why should we mistake it for repair?

[Bridge]
Maybe the truth is not a narrative
Maybe it breaks when we look away
Maybe the silence has a thousand cuts
And every cut was cleared to play

So bring the outtakes, bring the questions
Bring the names they cropped outside
We won’t trade a neat finale
For another holy lie

[Final Chorus]
Scene by scene, nobody knows
What happened underneath the roles
Every storyline’s a borrowed face
Every missing reel leaves empty space
They hold the script above our heads
Use loud myths to govern where we tread
Scene by scene, the stage is theirs
But doubt is where the buried footage starts

[Outro]
No one knows, no one knows
Who wrote the line and called it true
No one knows, no one knows
But they still direct what we can do

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[Verse 1] They keep the cameras in a locked room Scripts are swapped and filed away A villain gets redeemed by lunchtime A hero’s cut before the day The names are plastered on the billboards The plots are polished bright But every hand that flips the channel Could have spliced the same scene twice [Pre-Chorus] Tell me who was writing this Tell me who revised the frame If the author hides off‑camera How can anyone know their name? [Chorus] Scene by scene, nobody knows What happened before the spotlight froze Every storyline’s a borrowed face Every missing reel leaves empty space They hold the script above our heads Use loud myths to measure what we dread Scene by scene, the stage is theirs The show is fiction running wild on steroids [Verse 2] The classroom draws a clean horizon One bright line from start to now No room for all the cut revisions No room to ask who wrote the vow The network hums behind the curtain Notes on every guarded shelf Truth becomes a ratings question When the critic writes about himself [Pre-Chorus] Tell me who was staging this Tell me who gets paid to swear If the record feeds the story Why should we mistake it for repair? [Chorus] Scene by scene, nobody knows What happened before the spotlight froze Every storyline’s a borrowed face Every missing reel leaves empty space They hold the script above our heads Use loud myths to measure what we dread Scene by scene, the stage is theirs The show is fiction running wild on steroids [Bridge] Maybe the truth is not a narrative Maybe it breaks when we look away Maybe the silence has a thousand cuts And every cut was cleared to play So bring the outtakes, bring the questions Bring the names they cropped outside We won’t trade a neat finale For another holy lie [Final Chorus] Scene by scene, nobody knows What happened underneath the roles Every storyline’s a borrowed face Every missing reel leaves empty space They hold the script above our heads Use loud myths to govern where we tread Scene by scene, the stage is theirs But doubt is where the buried footage starts [Outro] No one knows, no one knows Who wrote the line and called it true No one knows, no one knows But they still direct what we can do

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