Left On Read

[Verse 1]
You left me hanging in a blue-lit grave
Tiny gray line like a razor blade
Your silence chewing through my chest
Every little bubble just a false escape
I’m pacing holes in the bedroom floor
Phone face down like a trapped white moth
You turn your ghost-mode pride to war
I turn my throat into a Molotov (yeah)
[Chorus]
Left on read
Like a body in the road
I always answer when you call
Even when it breaks my bones
Left on read
You just watched me choke instead
But I still pick up every time
Every time
Every time you drag me by a thread
[Verse 2]
You carve “seen” in the back of my eyes
Cold little stamp like a cattle brand
I’m screaming names in a field of wires
You’re sipping calm with an empty hand
I’d crash the sun through your window frame
Just to light up your quiet screen
You treat my love like a hit-and-run
Then circle back when you need caffeine (hey)
[Chorus]
Left on read
Like a cross knocked in the dirt
I always answer when you call
Even when it makes me hurt
Left on read
You just watch me bleed instead
But I still pick up every time
Every time
Every time you pull that thread
[Bridge]
You gut me slow with a blinking dot (dot)
Three gray ghosts
Then nothing—drop
I’m the dog at the door in the freezing rain
You’re the match and I’m the vein
[Bridge – Screams]
Why do I answer?
Why do I answer?
Rip out my tongue
And I’d still try to answer
[Chorus]
Left on read
Like a gun jammed to my head
I always answer when you call
Drag me back from being dead
Left on read
You burn my words then beg for bread
And I still pick up every time
Every time
Every time you cut the thread (left on read)

rock, Alt / heavy rock anthem with male vocals, fuzzed-out power chords and a snarling bass locked to a hard-hitting, half-time groove; verses stay tense and palm-muted under sharp lead stabs, choruses explode with gang shouts and layered scream harmonies, bridge drops to a menacing build before a final, cathartic full-band peak, harsh