(Intro)
(Aggressive, highly saturated 808 bass slides enter immediately, paired with sharp, ticking hi-hat triplets. The mood is instantly tense)
(Vocal compressed, close-up, with a subtle tube-distortion effect giving it a sharp, biting edge)
Yeah.
You thought I’d sit here and cry?
Nah.
You just lit a match.
Watch it burn.
(Verse 1)
(Fast staccato delivery, heavy rim shots, sparse but violent 808 thuds)
Trace the lines upon my palm, you a liar, yeah
Called me "most incredible," just to fuel the fire, yeah
Promised me a lifetime, brought a storm instead
Now you leaving—classic—all the things you said.
You a ghost now, ghost now, fade into the black
Used to be my king, now I'm throwing out the rack.
(Pre-Chorus)
(The beat gets faster, background brass stabs hit on every second beat, creating a tense, marching momentum)
You took my vulnerability and turned it to a game
Played with my devotion just to feed your own flame
Now the tears are dried up, nothing left to bleed
I’m burning down the pedestals of everything you need.
(Build-Up)
(Rapid snare rolls and a rising digital alarm synth swell. The 808s cut out completely on the final bar to build pressure)
You wanted a spark?
Well, look what you started.
Yeah.
Burn it down.
(DROP)
(Crushing, distorted heavy trap drop. Aggressive, sliding 808s rumble underneath sharp, metallic synth leads and frantic hi-hat patterns)
Fuel the fire!
(Aggressive vocal chop) F-F-Fuel
Watch it burn!
(Massive, distorted 808 sub-bass slide)
No return!
(Industrial laser synth hit)
(Verse 2)
(Driving trap rhythm continues, vocal delivery gets faster and more confident with double-time flows)
Thought you could leave me in ashes and walk away clean
The coldest betrayal that I’ve ever seen
You want the praise but you hate the critique
A king with a crown but your kingdom is weak
I’m taking the match that you used on my heart
And using the flame just to tear you apart.
(Bridge)
(All percussion drops out suddenly, leaving only a dark, distorted synth bass line sweeping upward)
No more apologies.
No more excuses.
Let's see who survives
When the fire reduces.
(Aggressive snare roll starts building rapidly alongside a heavy white-noise riser)
Fuel the fire!
(Final Chorus)
(Maximum energy, trap drums layer with a heavy, distorted mid-bass growl for a hybrid-trap explosion)
Trace the lines upon my palm, you a liar, yeah!
Called me "most incredible," just to fuel the fire, yeah!
You a ghost now, ghost now, fade into the black!
Used to be my king, now I'm throwing out the rack!
(Vocal chop) Watch it burn!
(Outro)
(Drums stop instantly, leaving a crackling fire sound effect and a low, ominous sub-bass hum)
Just fuel the fire...(Tear it apart...)
Nothing left but smoke.
Lq(A heavy digital kick hits once, dead stop into silence)
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