[Verse 1]
Behind the wallpaper, there's a crackling sound, whispers like electricity
Aunts type screenshots, uncles Google their wages
Cousin sends group photos, zooming in on the clock
"Look, they've really got it... well... probably just pure luck"
Sister texts Mom: "Did you see where they live?"
Mom replies: "Yeah... but deep down they're already lost."
And the little nephew posts a story with a sad emoji
while secretly screenshotting our vacation pictures like a pro.
[Pre-Chorus]
Envy smells like cold coffee and cheap perfume.
Envy tastes like "they don't deserve it" at 3:30 in the morning.
[Chorus]
Let them talk, let them spit venom, let them burst with grief.
We sit here in the warmth, laughing loudly – and don't give a damn.
It's burning behind our backs, but it doesn't warm us anymore.
Darkness in their eyes – we only see light from here.
[Verse 2]
Aunt Gerda counts the square meters of our new piece of land
and shares it in the family chat with three exclamation marks and a "well then..."
Uncle Klaus says over a beer: "They're definitely up to something shady"
while he himself has been evading his taxes for eleven years – Silent
The cousin with the part-time job and the average husband
posts "Family is everything" every other day – but nobody believes it anymore
They don't like our pictures, but they silently save them
and then compare their gray couch to our grill
[Pre-Chorus]
Envy is a cheap drug, they snort it through their veins
and then wonder why they're always cold inside
[Chorus]
Let them talk, let them spit venom, let them burst with sorrow
We sit here in the warmth, laughing loudly – and don't give a damn
It's burning behind our backs, but it doesn't warm us anymore
Darkness in their eyes – we only see light from here
[Bridge 1 – slower, almost spoken]
Do you know what the worst thing is?
Not even the envy itself.
But that they think we don't notice it.
That they believe we're blind.
That they seriously think their gray jealousy
is worth anything to us.
We just figured it out:
Happiness isn't a competition with a score.
And whoever counts has already lost.
[Verse 3]
The neighbor asks Mom at the bakery, all innocent-like:
"Well, the kids are off to university now... expensive, right?"
Mom just smiles gently and says: "Remorse is expensive above all else."
And leaves her standing there with her bread and her blue envy soup.
My cousin calls drunk at 2:43 a.m.
"Hey, you guys really made it, didn't you? How do you do it, man?"
I say: "We argue too. We cry too. We doubt ourselves too."
"But we don't gossip about those who have it better—that's the difference, yo."
He hangs up.
``` Send another 😂 emoji under our picture the next day.
Mask stays.
[Bridge 2 – almost like a mantra]
They collect flaws like stamps
We collect memories like Polaroids
They count our money
We count our nights by the fire
[Chorus]
[Final Chorus]
[Female Vocal]