SHA-SHA-SHAME

(Intro)

(Atmosphere: Dark, glitchy pads. A distant, distorted vocal echo repeats "never real... never real...")

(Sudden silence. A heavy, mechanical heart-throb kicks in.)

(Whisper)

You never gave a damn.

(Screamed glitch)

SHA-SHA-SHA-SHAME ON YOU!

(Verse 1)

(Style: Melodic Sad-Pop. Clean vocals over a pulsing synth bass.)

Why hold onto a ghost if you were never real?

The weight of your words was a hollow deal.

"Woman of my life"—that’s a pretty line,

Just a golden cage to keep me confined.

You watched me bleed while you lived double,

Building your throne out of my rubble.

Knowing damn well that wasn't the truth,

You traded my heart for a lie in your youth.

(Chorus)

(Style: Distorted Aggressive Rage. Power chords and heavy percussion.)

SHAME ON YOU! For the masks you wore!

SHAME ON YOU! I don’t want it no more!

You think you’re smart? Think you’re gonna win?

I’m the hurricane you’re standing in!

Sha-sha-sha-shame on-on you!

Yeah, the beast is coming through!

(Verse 2)

(Style: Hybrid Trap. Sharp, rapid-fire delivery. Heavy 808s.)

You don’t know me, boy, I’m a different breed,

I’m the nightmare born from the lies you feed.

To me, you’re all the same—just a glitch in the code,

I’m clearing the path, I’m hitting the road.

If you think I’m falling for the games again,

Check the scoreboard, baby, this is the end.

I gave you three chances to be raw, to be real,

But you’re just a script with no heart to feel.

(Bridge)

(Style: Glitch-Rage. Stuttering vocals. High-pitched melodic lead.)

One strike... I felt the pain.

Two strikes... I saw the game.

Three strikes...

(Music swells, sound of glass shattering)

YOU’RE OUT OF MY LIFE!

You chose the persona!

Well, boy, that’s on you!

(Bass Drop)

(Style: Pure Dubstep / Glitch-Rage)

(Massive, distorted "growl" synths. Aggressive rhythmic chopping.)

(Vocal sample: "IM A BEAST!")

(Mechanical grinding sounds layered with heavy trap hats.)

(Stutter effect: "SHA-SHA-SHA-SHAME!")

(Outro)

(Style: Melodic Sad-Pop fading into distortion.)

Now we are through...

The script is burned.

The lesson’s learned.

(Voice becomes robotic/glitched)

Authentic... raw... self...

Not found.

(Abrupt silence)