Lyrics
[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)
Style
popduel-vocal emo-electropop: tense arpeggiated synthsdistorted bass swellspunchy 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 texturesthen final chorus hits harder with gang vocals and saturated synth leads.electroemo
Prompt
Male and female symphonies. Emo, electro, pop. Male sings about the boys being numb and broken. Female sings about the girls being seen as tools. Both sing about this corrupt society ruining the kids
Credits
Prompt by
Artemis15
Artemis15GeneratedFeb 4, 2026
ModelAria v5
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