Cheap Stage-Play

(Intro)

(Atmosphere: The muffled sound of a theater crowd chattering, abruptly cut off by a heavy theatrical spotlight "click" sound. A driving, retro synth bassline starts immediately.)

(Spoken, dripping with sarcasm)

And... action.

(Verse 1)

(Style: Driving, steady vocals. The bassline is punchy and continuous, like a heartbeat running out of time.)

You handed me a script I didn't want to read,

Cast me as the lover who was guaranteed to bleed.

You wore a velvet cape, you had the perfect lines,

A master of deception and intentional designs.

The audience was cheering for a lie so grand,

While you were holding strings attached to my hand.

(Pre-Chorus)

(Style: Rising synth chords build the tension. Electronic claps speed up.)

"Woman of my life"—yeah, that’s a classic cue,

Rehearsed a thousand times for someone just like you.

But the curtains are fraying, the makeup is smeared,

And I’m waking up to the monster I feared.

(Chorus)

(Style: The beat explodes into a high-energy, dark synthpop anthem. Glittering but aggressive keys.)

It’s a cheap stage-play! A counterfeit show!

You’re screaming your lines in the spotlight glow!

But the reviews are in, and the seats are all bare,

Nobody is buying the ghost standing there.

Yeah, you play the hero but you ruin the scene,The worst actor that I’ve ever seen!

(Verse 2)

(Style: Bassline gets grittier, introducing subtle glitch stutters on the vocals.)

You set the props up just to watch them fall,

Writing your own reviews on the greenroom wall.

A ego made of cardboard, a plastic crown,

You're so afraid the tower's coming down.

Well, look at the stage, it’s covered in debris,

You can’t project your fiction onto me.

(Bridge)

(Style: The music drops to just a ticking clock sound and a sub-bass hum. Heavy vocal echo.)

Cue the music...Bring down the lights...This is the final performance tonight.

(Sound effect: A loud, buzzing microphone feedback screech)

The director is dead.

(Chorus)

(Style: Full energy return, layered with a distorted guitar-synth hybrid sound.)

It’s a cheap stage-play! A counterfeit show!

You’re screaming your lines in the spotlight glow!

But the reviews are in, and the seats are all bare,

Nobody is buying the ghost standing there.

Yeah, you play the hero but you ruin the scene,

The worst actor that I’ve ever seen!

(Outro)

(Style: The music slows down drastically, dragging like a dying tape machine. The crowd chatter from the intro returns, but it's pitched down and demonic.)

The show is over.

Drop the curtain.

(Sound of a heavy fabric curtain slamming down, followed by dead silence)