(Intro) (Heavy, down-tuned bass riff opens, slow and menacing. The drums kick in with a steady, pounding march) (Verse 1) 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 start rolling) 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) (Explosive burst, heavy bass drops, intense melodic screaming) 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 2) (Music drops to a pulsing, distorted bassline and 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) (Full band re-enters, maximum intensity) 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) (Everything cuts out except a massive, grinding bass guitar solo for four bars, then the full band hits a crushing, slow, syncopated breakdown rhythm) You used me for the background noise! (Scream) 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! RIGHT THROUGH IT! (Massive instrumental slam) (Outro) (The tempo slows down to a heavy, dragging beat. The vocals drop to a harsh whisper-growl over a fading bass hum) The fog is gone. I finally see the design. Keep your followers. I’m reclaiming mine. (Final, abrupt thud of the bass drum)
