╔══════════════════╗ ✦ 𝐋 𝐄 𝐅 𝐓 𝐎 𝐍 𝐑 𝐄 𝐀 𝐃 ✦ ╚══════════════════╝ ☾ INTRO 「Heavy, down-tuned bass riff opens, slow and menacing. The drums kick in with a steady, pounding march.」 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ VERSE I Slow and steady Drops of emotion coming into play You’re posting banners for the broken-hearted Preaching mercy from a glowing screen But in the shadows where the real fire started You pull the plug on everything I mean My phone is glowing with the silence you left. A cold blue checkmark on a desperate plea. You claim you’re fighting for the lost and the theft... But you only listen when the song's about thee. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 🕸 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⛧ PRE-CHORUS Tempo builds. Double-bass drums begin rolling. Emotions slowly showing. Now the pockets are full, and the circle is wide. You found a stage for your synthetic pride. You don't need a savior—you just need a crowd. And my screaming voice is just a little too loud. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⚡ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 🩸 CHORUS 📱 LEFT ON READ. While you play the saint online. 📱 LEFT ON READ. To protect your holy shrine. Every trauma's a competition you have to win. You minimize the wreckage that I'm drowning in. ⛓ Yeah, you strung me along... but the thread just broke. 🪞 Your awareness is nothing but a smoke-and-mirror joke. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ☠ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ VERSE II Music drops to a pulsing distorted bassline with sharp snare hits. The attention came from tragedy—you wore it like a crown. Now you're too high up to look back down. I brought you my bleeding heart... you called it a scratch. Compared your hurricanes to a burning match. You turn the wheel till the spotlight hits your face, Erasing my problems without a trace. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⚡ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 🩸 CHORUS 📱 LEFT ON READ. While you play the saint online. 📱 LEFT ON READ. To protect your holy shrine. Every trauma's a competition you have to win. You minimize the wreckage that I'm drowning in. ⛓ Yeah, you strung me along... but the thread just broke. 🪞 Your awareness is nothing but a smoke-and-mirror joke. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ☠ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⚔ BREAKDOWN Emotional restraint next to tears. You used me for the background noise. A prop in your collection of toys. Now you've got the cash. Now you've got the eyes. I'm looking right through the charity disguise. ╭──────── ⚡ ────────╮ MASSIVE INSTRUMENTAL SLAM ╰───────────────────╯ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 🌑 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ☽ OUTRO The tempo slows into a heavy, dragging beat. Vocals become soft and vulnerable. The fog is gone. I finally see the design. Keep your followers. I'll reclaim mine. ◈ Final, abrupt thud of the bass drum. ════════════════════ The loudest reply is silence. ════════════════════
