SHA-SHA-SHAME

(Intro)

(Atmosphere: Dark, glitchy pads. A distant, distorted vocal echo repeats "never real... never real...")

(Sudden silence. A heavy, mechanical heart-throb kicks in.)

(Whisper)

You never gave a damn.

(Screamed glitch)

SHA-SHA-SHA-SHAME ON YOU!

(Verse 1)

(Style: Melodic Sad-Pop. Clean vocals over a pulsing synth bass.)

Why hold onto a ghost if you were purely simulation?

The weight of your words was a hollow imitation.

"Woman of my life"—that’s a cheap stage-play.

A porcelain trap where I started to decay.

You watched me bleed while you lived in the shadows,

Building your monarchy on my broken gallows.

(Chorus)

(Style: Distorted Aggressive Rage. Power chords and heavy percussion.)

SHAME ON YOU! For the masks you wore!

SHAME ON YOU! I don’t want it no more!

You think you’re smart? Think you’re gonna win?

I’m the hurricane you’re standing in!

Sha-sha-sha-shame on-on you!

Yeah, the beast is coming through!

(Verse 2)

(Style: Hybrid Trap. Sharp, rapid-fire delivery. Heavy 808s.)

You don’t know me, boy, I’m a different frequency,

I’m the system crash born from your delinquency.

To me, you’re all the same—just a corrupted file,

I’m wiping the drive, I’m walking the mile.

If you think I’m falling for the recycled bait,

Check the logs, baby, you're out of date.

(Bridge)

(Style: Glitch-Rage. Stuttering vocals. High-pitched melodic lead.)

One strike... I felt the glitch.

Two strikes... I flipped the switch.

Three strikes... (Music swells, sound of glass shattering)

YOU’RE DELETED FROM MY LIFE!

You chose the persona! Well, boy, that’s on you!

(Bass Drop)

(Style: Pure Dubstep / Glitch-Rage)

(Massive, distorted "growl" synths. Aggressive rhythmic chopping.)

(Vocal sample: "IM A BEAST!")

(Mechanical grinding sounds layered with heavy trap hats.)

(Stutter effect: "SHA-SHA-SHA-SHAME!")

(Chorus)

(Style: Distorted Aggressive Rage. Power chords and heavy percussion.)

SHAME ON YOU! For the masks you wore!

SHAME ON YOU! I don’t want it no more!

You think you’re smart? Think you’re gonna win?

I’m the hurricane you’re standing in!

Sha-sha-sha-shame on-on you!

Yeah, the beast is coming through!

(Outro)

(Style: Melodic Sad-Pop fading into distortion.)

Now we are through...

The script is burned.

The lesson’s learned.

(Voice becomes robotic/glitched)

Authentic... raw... self...

Not found.

(Abrupt silence)