Verse 1 [Gritty guitar riff, thunderous drums] "I’m a scratched-up vinyl of your favorite breakup song, Played too loud in empty rooms where the shadows belong. You said ‘Fix your frequency’—but my signal’s all static, A fireworks display… in a body made of plastic." Pre-Chorus [Palm-muted chaos, snarling vocals] "You paint me as the villain with your Bible and your broom, But I’m just a cracked mirror reflecting your doom. So light another candle for the saint you pretend, While I’m in the garage… screaming hymns with my sins!" Chorus [Anthemic, desperate melody] "THESE SCARS IN STEREO— Left channel’s hell, right’s a radio show! I’m a wrecking ball in a porcelain town, You love me loud… but only when I’m breaking down!" [Bassline like a heartbeat, jagged synths] "You hung my regrets in the family hall of fame, A trophy case of ‘Could’ve Beens’ etched with your blame. I’m the ghost in the Polaroids you burned at the lake, A funeral for the alive… ‘Cause the dead don’t fucking break." Bridge [Sudden piano, whispered rage] "I carved my confession in the bathroom stall, But the janitor washed it out… like I’m nothing at all. So I’ll scream it in braille where your eyes can’t see— ‘I’m not your tragedy… I’m my own fucking disease.’" [Crowd shouts, shattered glass samples] "THESE SCARS IN STEREO— A symphony of fuckups on a looped status quo! You want a martyr? I’ll bleed on demand, But don’t you DARE call it love… when it’s blood on your hands!" Outro [Drums collapse, lone distorted guitar] "Scars in stereo… scars in stereo
