Alternative rock, BPM 115-140, D minor, core instrumentation: fuzzed-out baritone guitars, punchy distorted bass, syncopated hard-hitting drums, occasional mournful cello swells, female vocals shifting from breathy cracked whispers to guttural unfiltered screams. Lyrics draw from Hayley Williams/Alanis Morissette raw authenticity, themed around confronting a former close friend who stole your creative work and claimed it as their own. Verse imagery centers on crumpled old notebook pages, empty coffee mugs from all-night writing sessions, their fake award speeches on TV; choruses unload unfiltered, cathartic rage at the betrayal, ending with a quiet, bitter acceptance of cutting them out of your life entirely.
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[Intro] [Verse] Crumpled pages on the floor I can't take it anymore Empty mugs and bitter stains Tracing patterns in my veins You were sitting by my side Now you’ve got nowhere to hide [Pre-Chorus] I see your face on the screen The fakest smile I've ever seen You thank the God you don’t believe While you hide what's up your sleeve [Chorus] That was my blood on the page Now you’re standing on that stage You stole the rhythm and the rhyme You’re just a ghost in borrowed time Give it back Watch it crack [Post-Chorus] Borrowed time Borrowed rhyme You are nothing [Verse] Midnight oil burned for weeks Tears are drying on my cheeks Every metaphor you sold Turned my silver into gold You claim the vision as your own On a hollow, plastic throne [Pre-Chorus] I see your face on the screen The fakest smile I've ever seen You thank the God you don’t believe While you hide what's up your sleeve [Chorus] That was my blood on the page Now you’re standing on that stage You stole the rhythm and the rhyme You’re just a ghost in borrowed time Give it back Watch it crack [Hook] It’s not yours Close the doors It’s not yours Wage your wars [Bridge] The ink is dry and cold The story has been told I’m cutting every single thread Inside my aching head You can keep the hollow prize I see the darkness in your eyes [Breakdown] Fuzzed out Blacked out Ripped out Loud shout [Chorus] That was my blood on the page Now you’re standing on that stage You stole the rhythm and the rhyme You’re just a ghost in borrowed time Give it back Watch it crack [Post-Chorus] You’re nothing now Just a shadow in the crowd I’m done with the game Forget my name [Outro]
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