[Instrumental Intro] [Cold hollow piano loop, low ominous sub-bass drone, faint analog tape hiss] [Verse 1] [Whispered, intimate close-mic delivery. Low, tense energy] I sat in the front row and clapped for your crown, I gave you the blueprint to build up your town. You took all the praise for the house that I made, While you watched my name on the foundation fade. (Not a single thank you...) [Verse 2] [Delivery starts to speed up, frantic and alert breathing] A text full of hype, I was screaming your praise, While you stole the keys to my late-night displays. You sat in my shadow and drank from my well, Then acted like you were the one with the spell. You played the creator, you wore my design, But the blood in the tracks will forever be mine! [Pre-Chorus] [Cinematic strings swell with massive tragic tension. Aggressive building snare rolls] The silence you kept was a knife in my chest, You needed a shortcut to sound like the best. But thieves can’t rewrite what the architect drew, This is the very last thing I will ever give to you! [Chorus] [Massive wall of sound explosion! Crushing down-tuned 7-string nu-metal chugs, brutal slow half-time live breakdown beat] [Unhinged frantic raw screams with agonizing emotional grit] YOU WEAR MY COAT BUT YOU DON'T KNOW THE COLD! You sold out a friend for a story you told! (Look at what you took!) I stood by your side while you rode on my wave, Now I’m burying the ghost of the credit you gave! TAKE THE BLUEPRINT, IT’S THE LAST ONE YOU’LL GET! [Instrumental Transition] [Heavy instruments cut instantly. Two seconds of complete dead silence. Slow weeping cello melody takes over the empty space] [Verse 3] [Soft melodic baritone vocals. Deep, vulnerable clarity. Raw and bruised] It hurts to admit that I trusted the smile. It hurts that I cheered for you mile after mile. I wanted us winning, I wanted you great, But ego is poison that turns into fate. You can keep the applause from the crowd in the room, But you’re singing my soul in a borrowed costume. [Bridge] [Tempo drops drastically to an agonizingly slow mosh pace. Heavy 808 sub drops shake the track. Stacked desperate vocal layers] (Frantic panic scream:) THE GATES ARE CLOSED! (Raw weeping distortion:) THE LEASE IS UP! (Deep guttural growl:) DRINK THE POISON FROM YOUR OWN STOLEN CUP! (BLEGH!!!) [Final Chorus] [Maximum triumphant intensity. Massive cinematic string section blends with deafening shoegaze guitars] YOU WEAR MY COAT BUT YOU DON'T KNOW THE COLD! You sold out a friend for a story you told! (The fever is breaking!) I stood by your side while you rode on my wave, Now I’m burying the ghost of the credit you gave! TAKE THE BLUEPRINT, IT’S THE LAST ONE YOU’LL GET! [Outro] [All heavy instruments cut instantly on a hard strike. Faint analog tape hiss remains] [Breathless, alert sigh] Build your next house alone. [Hard cut to dead radio static] [End]
