[tempo: 130 BPM | key: D minor | mood: dark, angry, cynical | genre: alt-rock / post-punk / industrial]
[intro]
[feedback | distorted bass | spoken vox]
Yeah… karma’s a bitch.
[chorus – choir layer]
[choir enters on line 3 | low male + mid female | long tails | reverb-heavy]
Climb higher — you’ll crash even harder,
that’s how the circle wins.
[verse 1]
[full drums | dry, close vocal]
You talked big shit like you were chosen,
fucking gods, untouchable, frozen.
Stepped on heads, called it progress,
sold your soul for cheap-ass nonsense.
You said “trust me”, you said “watch me”,
now the joke is you’re the body.
All that bullshit, all that talk,
now you’re face down on the fucking chalk.
[pre-chorus]
[build | snare rolls | rising tension]
Every dirty fucking move you make
comes back clean when it breaks.
[chorus]
[full band | half-time feel | wide guitars | lead vocal strong, steady]
Paper moon falling from the sky,
the king is dead — long live the king.
Climb higher — you’ll crash even harder,
that’s how the circle wins.
[verse 2]
[bass-driven | aggressive vocal]
You fucked around, you played the victim,
called it fate when karma hit you.
Blamed the world, blamed bad design,
never once your fucking spine.
You laughed loud, you felt immortal,
now you’re crawling through the portal.
Same old story, different face,
same damn fall, same fucking place.
[pre-chorus 2]
[short | stop-start hits]
You can scream, deny, pretend,
karma always gets the last fucking word in the end.
[chorus]
[repeat | extra harmonies | crash cymbals]
Paper moon falling from the sky,
the king is dead — long live the king.
Climb higher — you’ll crash even harder,
it happens every time.
[full band | half-time feel | epic drums | choir, steady]
Paper moon falling from the sky,
the king is dead — long live the king.
Climb higher — you’ll crash even harder,
that’s how the circle wins.
[bridge]
[breakdown | distorted vocal | glitch FX]
Karma’s not hope, not luck, not prayer,
it’s consequences — cold and fair.
You built the fire, you lit the fuse,
now choke on the smoke — you fucking choose.
[chorus – final repeat / outro option]
[drop instruments on line 1–2 | choir only | drums re-enter on line 3]
Paper moon falling from the sky,
the king is dead — long live the king.
Climb higher — you’ll crash even harder,
that’s how the circle wins.
[Final chorus – max energy, power full, wszyscy grają wszystko]
Paper moon falling from the sky,
the king is dead — long live the king.
Climb higher — you’ll crash even harder,
that’s how the circle wins.
[outro]
[instruments drop | faint feedback | spoken vocal, mocking | slight distortion]
Yeah…
You said you were special.
You said you were different.
You said this wouldn’t happen to you.
[pause | single kick hit]
Guess what —
karma loves confidence.
She lets you climb,
she waits,
then she laughs
all the way down with you.
[final hit | abrupt cut | silence]
ALEKSKENO
