Marching loud with your borrowed pain
Plastic halos in the acid rain
You sell your scars like souvenirs
Every echo feeds your fears
Glass hearts crack in the spotlight
Heroes born from a comment fight
Spin the wheel, scream your truth
All you want is the noise and proof
Every wound you fake to stay awake
Welcome to the static parade
Crucified on a trending thread
Saint of sorrow, half awake, half dead
Blame the world, but it won’t reply
Real peace is what you never try
Every cause turns fashion quick
Empathy’s a viral trick
Spin the wheel, scream your truth
All you want is the noise and proof
Every wound you fake to stay awake
Welcome to the static parade
Diagnosis: Terminal relevance
Symptoms include self-pity, projection
And an allergic reaction to reality
Empty rage in a velvet cage
You’ve turned your hurt into a stage
Freedom starts when you let it fade
Sometimes peace is just not caring today
Spin the wheel, scream your truth
All you want is the noise and proof
Every wound you fake to stay awake
Welcome to the static parade
The crowd goes quiet
Finally