[INTRO — Sweet female voice, mocking laughter, eerie music box] Awwww... You made us a song? How fucking precious. You called us a copy, a knockoff, a joke... But baby... You just gave us a whole damn promotional campaign. (Giggles) This one's for our biggest fans. [VERSE 1 — Fast, venomous female rap] You screamed about a blueprint, but forgot to build a wall, Claimed you made the darkness, like you fucking own it all. You think you invented black? Invented being feared? Sweetheart, we've been doing us before your tantrum appeared. You said we stole your swagger, stole your little throne, But we never asked to sit where your fragile ass calls home. You built yourself a kingdom out of ego and applause, Then cried about a rival like we broke your sacred laws. A photocopy of a king? That's a funny little line, But I'm a fucking queen, and this empire here is mine. You said we lack a vision, said our creativity's dead, Yet you spent an entire song with our name inside your head. [PRE-CHORUS — Whispered female vocals, rising tension] Copy, paste? Oh, honey, please. You're on your knees Begging us to see. You call us cheap, You call us fake... But how much more attention Do you need us to make? [CHORUS — Explosive metal, female lead with gang chants] THANKS FOR THE PUBLICITY! YOU MADE US YOUR OBSESSION! Screaming out our fucking name Like it's your daily confession! THANKS FOR THE PUBLICITY! WE DIDN'T PAY A DIME! You can keep your little kingdom, We'll keep living in your mind! NOCTURNE! NOCTURNE! SAY THE NAME AGAIN! You're not fighting competition, You're auditioning to be fans! THANKS FOR THE PUBLICITY! LET THE WHOLE WORLD SEE! If we're really just a knockoff, WHY THE FUCK YOU WATCHING ME?! [VERSE 2 — Sarcastic female rap, heavier bass] You called us Temu Haven, thought that shit would make us cry, But all I heard was free advertising wrapped inside a lie. Wish.com? Dollar store? You really love a sale, Got a whole damn shopping list and still your argument is stale. You claim you made the monsters, claim you own the night, But real monsters don't need songs to prove they're in the right. You said we stole your symbols, every stitch and every trend, But you never named a single thing you actually defend. A cult? A club? A shadow? What exactly did we steal? You can't trademark being edgy, that's not how this works, for real. You call yourself the original, congratulations, take a bow, But being first means fucking nothing if you're threatened by us now. And that cute little refund? Baby, keep your receipt, We never bought your product, never needed your seat. You can keep the cheap comparisons, keep your little brand, While you're busy writing diss tracks, we're expanding where we stand. [BREAKDOWN — Heavy guitars, call and response] WHO'S THE BLUEPRINT?! (YOU KEEP SAYING!) WHO'S THE THREAT?! (YOU KEEP NAMING!) WHO'S THE COPY?! (THAT'S YOUR CLAIM!) THEN WHY'S NOCTURNE IN YOUR MOUTH AGAIN?! NO THRONE TO STEAL! NO CROWN TO CLAIM! WE BUILT OUR OWN! REMEMBER THE NAME! YOU CALL US SHADOWS! YOU CALL US FAKE! BUT YOUR BIGGEST HEADLINE IS THE NAME YOU CLAIM TO HATE! [BRIDGE — Slow, sinister, seductive] I heard you built your name in ashes, That's a lovely little tale. But an empire that fears a stranger Was already built to fail. You say the shadows follow Haven, Oh, how beautifully naive. A shadow only follows something When there's light enough to see. And darling...We don't follow. We don't beg. We don't kneel. (Whisper) We are Nocturne. And unlike your little obsession... We don't need you to feel real. [FINAL CHORUS — Full female metal vocals, crowd chanting] THANKS FOR THE PUBLICITY! YOU MADE US YOUR OBSESSION! Put our name in every verse, Now who's giving who attention?! THANKS FOR THE PUBLICITY! KEEP OUR NAME ALIVE! Every insult that you throw Just helps our reputation thrive! NOCTURNE! NOCTURNE! LET THE CITY HEAR! If we're such a cheap imitation, WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU IN FEAR?! THANKS FOR THE PUBLICITY! YOU DID OUR WORK FOR FREE! You wanted us to disappear... BUT NOW EVERYONE KNOWS NOCTURNE, AND YOU DID THAT SHIT FOR ME! [OUTRO — Music cuts, female voice with wicked laughter] Thank you for your unsolicited review. Your obsession has been received. Your opinion has been filed... Under things we don't give a fuck about. And that refund you mentioned? Oh, sweetheart... We never bought what you were selling. (Quiet laugh) Next time you make a song about us... Try charging admission. [Deep bass hit. Silence.]
