Verse 1 [Fast power chords, driving bassline] "We’re the crash-test dummies of the Instagram age, Smile for the camera while we rot in the cage. They sell us cheap thrills in a 24-hour store, But the neon’s flickerin’… and we’re beggin’ for more." Pre-Chorus [Palm-muted riff, sneering vocals] "Dress me up in your algorithms and lies, I’m a barcode heart with a dead satellite’s eyes. But I’ve got a matchstick and a pocket of spite— Let’s burn down the neon… or die tryin’ tonight!" Chorus [Anthemic gang vocals, soaring melody] "WE’RE THE LAST DANCE IN A DYING MALL, Screamin’ truth through a cracked bathroom stall! The system’s a slot machine rigged to lose, But we’ll spit in its face… in our hand-me-down shoes!" Verse 2 [Bass-driven, sardonic storytelling] "My dad’s got two jobs and a fistful of pills, Mom’s glued to a screen talkin’ ‘bout dollar-sign thrills. We’re ghosts in a grid of pixels and pain, But the kids in the gutter still howl in the rain!" Bridge [Sudden half-time drop, raw spoken-sung] "They said, ‘Keep your head down, keep the machine fed,’ But the factory’s rusted… and the future’s on meds. So we’ll graffiti the void with our broken beliefs— A middle finger anthem for the terminal grief." Guitar Solo [Chaotic, feedback-drenched, Billie Joe-meets-Tyson Ritter energy] Final Chorus [Full band + crowd chant crescendo] "WE’RE THE LAST DANCE IN A DYING MALL, Screamin’ truth through a cracked bathroom stall! The neon can’t hide the cracks in the code— We’re the glitch in the matrix… THE LAST LOADED GUN TO EXPLODE!" Outro [Frenetic drums fade to a single distorted chord] "Burning down the neon… burning down the neon…"
