Dismantled from Empty Victories by Curious Quail

Tense
Smiles
They even shake hands
But pleasantries in the air
Die fast

He's all
Talk
His ego could fill the room
"What do you want from this?"
She says

He takes over the floor
but every single word she's heard before
From a louder mouth than his
but he's got no idea just what he's stepped in

And now she must decide
To let him finish his whole diatribe
With his lonely eyes in mind
Yet he's got nothing to contribute here but

White
Noise
And it shatters so violently
with "I didn't ask for this"
Well, No shit

"What
Have you done?"
Your heart is growin'
Colder than it would be
If dead

"This is not your world"
She whispers
Her voice rip apart
His little lie

No thanks
You already had your chance
And leaving it up to you
We're dead

No thanks
You've already played your hand
and leavin it up to you
we're dead

No thanks
We're done listenin' to you
We already tired that once
And we're dead

• Alternative
• alternative rock
• chiprock
• chiptune
• indie rock
• orchestral rock
• New Haven