[Intro – clean guitar picks the four-chord riff; thin tone, wide panning; drums creep in after two bars with loose hi-hat taps; bass shadows each change; volume swells as distortion hum leaks at edges] [Verse 1 – voice flat, detached, almost spoken; guitars clean and close] We trade our rage for shiny screens We pose like ghosts inside the scene The crowd still cheers, they never know It’s all for show, it’s all for show [bass locked under; snare brushes; cymbals barely move air] [Pre-Chorus – gain creeps in, snare hits louder; tension builds] You said we’d change the sound, not fade But all we do is trade the trade [guitars start to clip; short pause before release] [Chorus – full distortion, crash cymbals wide; vocals half-shout] Turn it up till nothing’s true I’m the noise that’s killing you All your idols, all your brands Sold us out with their own hands [guitar doubles every word; bass buried under grit; drums slam the downbeats] [Post-Chorus – riff alone; distortion hangs; snare rolls fade down] [Verse 2 – clean again; vocal low, tired, ironic tone] You dress the same, you sound the same Another anthem, different name The silence laughs behind the beat We march for likes and call it heat [guitar trembles between chords; hi-hat tight, near-closed] [Pre-Chorus – short lift; distortion building back] The truth you want, it won’t appear It’s just a brand they sell as fear [Chorus – louder, rougher; extra vocal layer screams last line] Turn it up till nothing’s true I’m the noise that’s killing you All your idols, all your brands Sold us out with their own hands [Guitar Solo – lead mirrors the vocal melody; fuzzed and sharp; feedback bends into the main riff; bass and drums steady, relentless groove; solo ends with high feedback shriek] [Final Verse + Chorus – everything bleeding together; voice fragmented, sliding between words] We built this wall of perfect sound Then wonder why there’s no one around Static breath, electric skin No way out once you begin [guitars drowning mix; drums pounding, crashes continuous] [Chorus – final repetition, shouted, collapsing into noise] Turn it up till nothing’s true I’m the noise that’s killing you [Outro – instruments sustain; feedback rises, trembles, then cuts mid-note; silence]
