Trash Talker

[Verse 1]
Back of the alley
Rotten rain
Busted screen
We find him grinning
Painted teeth
Cracked and mean
My sister says leave it
But his eyes feel awake
I pull him from the garbage
Like a prize I had to take
[Pre-Chorus]
His jaw drops
On its own
I hear a name
In my bones
[Chorus]
(Trash talker) smiling from the shadows
Crooked little king of the night
I said the words I should’ve buried
Now he’s laughing at the light
(Trash talker) crawling through the doorway
Every secret soaked in spite
Thought I just saved a broken toy
Now I’m sleeping with a bite
[Verse 2]
He’s in my bedroom
Sitting straight in my chair
Says my thoughts out loud
Like he pulled them from the air
He calls my sister
By the nickname she hates
Pulls our strings apart
Turns our whisper into hate
[Pre-Chorus]
He tells me
“I’m your friend”
But every joke
Has an end
[Chorus]
(Trash talker) smiling from the shadows
Crooked little king of the night
I said the words I should’ve buried
Now he’s laughing at the light
(Trash talker) crawling through the doorway
Every secret soaked in spite
Thought I just saved a broken toy
Now I’m sleeping with a bite
[Bridge]
We draw a circle
In the attic dust
Side by side
Twin hands
Shaking
But we trust
We speak together
Louder than his lies
Hear his hollow body
Splinter as he cries (let me out)
[Chorus]
(Trash talker) silent in the corner
Painted smile chipped in two
We burned the words that used to bind us
Now he’s choking on the truth
(Trash talker) ashes in a trash can
Sister
I’m still holding you
He broke our hearts to pull us closer
Now he’s gone and we’re brand new

rock, Dark, mid-tempo eerie rock with fuzzed guitars, stalking bass, and roomy drums. Verses stay tense and sparse with palm-muted riffs; chorus slams in with thick power chords, gang vocals, and a sneering lead. Brief haunted bridge with detuned guitar swells and whispered backing vocals before a final explosive hook. Male vocals, gritty with a theatrical edge.