Neon Halo Over My Head

[Verse 1]
Got a target on my back from the moment I was born
Mama said “it’s just the news,” but the news felt like a storm
Talking “order, law, tradition,” while they sharpen up the knife
Try to edit out my friends like we’re captions from their life
They sell fear in a suit, little halo made of gold
Pray in public, curse in private, watch their hearts go cold
Call it “family,” call it “values,” call it “cleaning up the streets”
But they profit every time another heartbeat leaves
[Chorus]
Murder in the name of the system
But love’s still louder than their guns
They can hate who I kiss, who I live with
We still dance under the same sun
If the world’s run by fake illuminati
I’ll build a real one with my friends
Where the queer kids, weird kids, all the misfits
Find a love that never bends (never bends)
[Verse 2]
They throw slurs like stones, we turn stones into rings
Paint our nails, paint our flags, write a chorus that sings
You can’t ban what we are, you can blacklist the show
But every closet that you padlock is a riot ready to blow (hey!)
Scroll’s full of tragedy, comments full of fire
Everyone’s a prophet on a cracked phone wire
But in this tiny room, with a thrift-store mic
We’re a revolution wrapped in stereo light
[Chorus]
Murder in the name of the system
But love’s still louder than their guns
They can hate who I kiss, who I live with
We still dance under the same sun
If the world’s run by fake illuminati
I’ll build a real one with my friends
Where the queer kids, weird kids, all the misfits
Find a love that never bends (never bends)
[Bridge]
I’ve been cut, I’ve been cropped from the picture
But I bleed in these bright, broken colors
And I swear I’d die just to live for another
(So here’s to us)
Lip rings and chipped cups
(Here’s to us)
Tears in our eye-liner, laughing too much
If the world wants war
We’ll reply with a kiss
Turn their hate into steam
When we rise from the abyss
[Chorus]
Murder in the name of the system
But love’s still louder than their guns
They can hate who I kiss, who I live with
We still dance under the same sun
If the world’s run by fake illuminati
I’ll build a real one with my friends
Where the queer kids, weird kids, all the misfits
Find a love that never bends (never bends)

rap, Dark rap-pop-emo hybrid with male vocals: tense, syncopated verses over sparse trap groove and gritty bass; chorus explodes into pop-punk power chords and gang shouts; emo top-line soars with layered harmonies. Bridge strips back to half-time drums and distant vocal stacks before a final, high-energy hook., emo, pop punk, pop