[Verse 1 – Male] We were raised on empty trophies Gold paint on rusted shelves Taught to laugh at every breakdown Hide the hurt Hurt yourselves All my friends look half-asleep now Blue light in their eyes We joke about not making thirty Like that’s fine Like that’s fine [Pre-Chorus – Male] They say “man up Man up You’ll be okay” Then turn the volume up so they can’t hear us shake [Chorus – Both] We’re a broken choir in a burning church Singing hymns we never learned Every kid a match Every rule dry wood Are we bad Or were we built this hurt? If this is growing up Then what’s the cure? This corrupt machine keeps feeding on the pure Yeah The kids are not alright They’re a product of your war [Verse 2 – Female] They dress us up in perfect pictures Plastic smiles Plastic hips Say “be kind Be small Be pretty” Bite your tongue Shrink your wish Hands on waists like we’re possessions Passed around at school If we scream They call it drama If we freeze We’re just a tool [Pre-Chorus – Female] They say “lighten up Girl It’s just a joke” But every laugh lands right where the bruise still glows [Chorus – Both] We’re a broken choir in a burning church Singing hymns we never learned Every kid a match Every rule dry wood Are we bad Or were we built this hurt? If this is growing up Then what’s the cure? This corrupt machine keeps feeding on the pure Yeah The kids are not alright They’re a product of your war [Bridge – Male & Female] [Beat drops Echoing vocals] (Male) I see the boys go blank in class Scroll and scroll Then fade to black Say “I’m fine” till the words collapse On their tongue On their tongue (Female) I see the girls turn stone at night Perfect pose in a crooked light Selling pieces just to feel like They belong They belong [Bridge – Both] We were not born this broken You taught us how to crack You drew the lines in poison Then blamed us when we snapped We were not born this quiet You trained us not to speak Now you’re scared to hear the riot Of the children you made weak (hey!) [Chorus – Both] We’re a broken choir in a burning church Singing hymns we never learned Every kid a match Every rule dry wood Are we bad Or were we built this hurt? If this is growing up Then what’s the cure? This corrupt machine keeps feeding on the pure Yeah The kids are not alright They’re a product of your war We’re the kids you left behind And we’re knocking on your door (oh-oh)

pop, Duel-vocal emo-electropop: tense arpeggiated synths, distorted bass swells, punchy midtempo drums. Verses swap male and female vocals with close-mic intimacy; pre-chorus adds filtered pads and rising percussion; chorus explodes in stacked harmonies and call-and-response hooks. Bridge drops to half-time with vocoder textures, then final chorus hits harder with gang vocals and saturated synth leads., electro, emo

Broken Choir