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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You roll your eyes
I feel it in my spine
Every cutting line you drop
Is my favorite kind of sign
You sip your drink
Let another burn slip free
Every razor in your voice
Feels like home to me
[Chorus]
Sarcasm orgasm
Yeah
You knock me out of phase
Every twisted little comment
Got me begging for the blaze
Sarcasm orgasm
Hit me with another hit
When your words bite back
I swear I live for it
[Verse 2]
We quote that scene
You finish off my cue
Every punchline from the screen
Means “I get you”
Whole script between us
We don’t need to explain
Inside jokes in subtitles
Running through my brain
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Our own language
Built from late-night shows
Every borrowed line
Says more than you know
Say
“As you wish”
I hear “Please don’t leave”
Drop a deadpan joke
And I finally believe
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 23, 2025
Duration3:04
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Crunchy 90s alt-rock band in a small club: overdriven guitars panned wide, mid-tempo groove, tight bass and live drums. Male vocals with a sly smirk, verses half-spoken snark then leaping into a ragged, shout-along chorus. Gang vocals on the hook, short fuzzed-out lead break before the bridge, last chorus rides a feedback-drenched outro.
Credits
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LunarOutput334ModelAria v5
Prompt
90s rock about sarcasm orgasm, your sarcastic remarks send a thrill through me, as your words bite back. We can hold a whole conversation just with lines from movies. It's like our own language.
