MIDDLE FINGERS UP

Описание: MIDDLE FINGERS UP (DARK EDITION)

[Intro – Whispered / Distorted]
Smile for the corpse camera…
This city eats souls.

[Verse 1 – Aggressive Rap]
Raised by the static, baptized in screams
Heart like a morgue, full of unfinished dreams
Smile stitched on like a crime scene grin
Teeth made of lies, gums soaked in sin
My thoughts bite back like rabid dogs
Brain full of smoke from burning gods
They sold me heaven in a pill and a lie
Now I cough up prayers when I try to survive

Friends turn fake like wax in flame
Melt when the pressure says my name
This town chews bones like bubblegum
Spits out crowns when the blood runs dry
I sip my trauma like poison wine
Aged in regret, bottled in time
Life’s a coffin with Wi-Fi bars
Streaming my pain to the scars in my heart

[Pre-Chorus – Build]
They wear halos made of duct tape
I wear sins like a birthdate
Step in my lane, it’s roadkill fate
This path eats souls, don’t hesitate

[Chorus – Chant / Anthem]
MIDDLE FINGERS UP
TO THE SKY THAT’S DEAD
MIDDLE FINGERS UP
TO THE SHIT THEY SAID
NO ANGELS LEFT
JUST BROKEN NECKS
MIDDLE FINGERS UP
LET THE DEMONS FLEX

[Verse 2 – Twisted / Sarcastic]
Laugh like a hyena in a graveyard fight
Jokes so dark they eclipse the light
My smile’s a mask made of razor wire
Hugs feel cold like funeral fires
Gold on my wrist but my soul’s in debt
Clock’s a shark, I ain’t swam out yet
They preach peace like a loaded gun
Pull the trigger when the damage’s done

Faith tastes rotten like week-old wine
Hope’s just a rumor I left behind
I talk in sarcasm, breathe in spite
My prayers come out like gasoline strikes
Every “I’m fine” is a suicide note
Written in ink that nobody wrote
If life’s a joke, I’m the punchline’s ghost
Haunting the laughs while the pain stays close

[Bridge – Half Sung / Distorted]
I joke so the wounds don’t speak
I drink so the dark don’t breathe
If I sit with the thoughts I keep
They’ll carve their names in me

[Final Chorus – Heavier / Louder]
MIDDLE FINGERS UP
TO THE GODS THAT FLED
MIDDLE FINGERS UP
TO THE LIES WE FED
NO WHITE FLAGS
JUST BLACK CONFETTI
MIDDLE FINGERS UP
BURIED BUT READY

[Outro – Whispered / Glitched]
Hands to the gallows sky…
Middle fingers high…
If this world wants war…
Then let it watch me die.