CUNT

[Teenage female voice]

[CHORUS]

CUNT — fucked my head sideways, pissed on my heart, vanished
CUNT — I ate your lies like a brain-dead clown
CUNT — glittered turd, fake-ass saint, self-polished
Halle-fucking-lujah, you burned it down

CUNT — maggot-brained shitstain in skinny jeans
CUNT — dumb as dirt, loud as rot
CUNT — stone-cold cunt with delusions of clean
Premium bullshit, human knot

[FX]

(drum hit / crowd stomp)
HEY!
(feedback squeal)

[VERSE]

When life rips off your plastic grin
When the cardboard kingdom caves the fuck in
And what crawls out, drooling bile
Is a narcissistic waste-of-smile
You swear you’ll chill, you’ll keep it neat
Not unload rage, not go full beast
But your mouth snaps, goes feral, wild
And calls you out, you lying child

[FX – BREAK]

(beat drops / half silence)
(spoken, through distortion)
You know exactly who you are.

[CHORUS]

CUNT — even language says “nah, I’m done”
CUNT — trying to spell your level of trash
CUNT — love-scammer prick with a halo gun
Minus five stars for touch, pure ash

CUNT — you ate my youth like moldy bread
CUNT — sucked me dry, left spite and fumes
CUNT — my crime? Belief. That’s it. I bled.
Now I’m standing here, broken by your doom

[OUTRO – SHOUT / CHANT]

(music cuts, only drums)

I’m not wounded.
I’m not cracked.

I’M
FUCKING
WRECKAGE.

Brutal punk song, chant-ready, zero empathy, filthy insults, rage chorus, feral verse, crowd shouts, raw anger !, female