Fake Friend

Verse 1

(Low, vibrating feedback builds into a heavy, dragging bass line)

I gave you the map to every wound I ever had

And you used it like a target, god, it makes me sick—it makes me mad

I was gasping for air while you were holding my head down

Watching for the bubbles, waiting for the king to drown

You didn't just walk away, you stayed to watch the bone break

Taking pieces of my spirit just for something you could take

I’m shaking in the corner, I’m shivering in the heat

While you’re dancing on the pieces of my heart beneath your feet.

Pre-Chorus

(Guitars begin to screech; vocals sound like they’re tearing)

The air is turning black, I can’t find the door

You’re smiling at the blood stain pooling on the floor

Stop asking if I’m okay, stop acting like you care

I can feel your jagged fingers in the tangles of my hair.

Chorus

(Explosive, crashing distortion—pure raw screaming)

I’m gutted by the lying, I’m choking on the fake

I’m tired of being the only thing you ever had to break

You stayed behind my shoulder just to find the softest spot

To plant the iron deep and watch the friendship start to rot

I’m cutting out the cancer, I’m ripping off the skin

I’m done with letting predators come crawling back in!

Verse 2

(Drums kick in like a heartbeat thudding in your ears)

You’re a butcher in a white dress, acting like a saint

But I can see the rot beneath the fresh coat of paint

You fed on my secrets ‘til your stomach was full

Then you looked me in the eye and gave the knife a little pull

You’ve got a graveyard of people who believed in your light

But you’re just the cold shadow that follows the night

I’m not a person to you, I’m just a harvest to reap

Well, I hope you’ve got a ghost for every secret that you keep.

Bridge

(Tempo drops to a death-crawl; vocals are a low, weeping growl)

Twist it...

Go on and twist it...

I want to feel the moment that I finally dismissed it.

The trust is a corpse.

The room is a tomb.

And your voice is the static that’s filling the room.

(Screamed)

PULL THE BLADE OUT! PULL IT OUT!

Chorus

(Total sonic chaos—maximum distortion)

I’m gutted by the lying, I’m choking on the fake

I’m tired of being the only thing you ever had to break

You stayed behind my shoulder just to find the softest spot

To plant the iron deep and watch the friendship start to rot

I’m cutting out the cancer, I’m ripping off the skin

I’m done with letting predators come crawling back in!

Outro

(Music cuts to a hollow, echoing reverb; vocal is a broken whisper)

Leave the knife.

Keep the scars.

I’m finally seeing clearly underneath the bars.

The static is dead.

The pulse is gone.

I’m bleeding...

But I’m finally alone.