Gothic Blonde - Fake Outrage

Описание: Gothic Blonde - Original Lyrics and Compositions by Johanez Johnston
Copyright 2025 Aberdare Multimedia

The Gothic Blondes
Lead Guitar, Piano, Cello - Johanez
Synthesizers & Keyboards - Azrielle
Drums & Percussion - Holly
Violin, Reeds & Bagpipes - Madeline
Grand Piano & additional Keyboards - HeiRan

Fake Outrage

[Intro]
The outrage is real, or so they claim.
It's all the same, it's just a game...
Lay down with dogs, wake up with fleas.
Scratching an itch nothing can ease.
Fake outrage persists, as if its real.

[Verse 1]
They pick the spark before the dawn.
A whisper grows into a storm,
One careless word becomes the crime.
The mob is fed its daily line.
Guilt is scripted before my eyes.

[Chorus]
Fake Outrage, they're making it real.
Dying fires, nothing leftover to feel.
Fake Outrage, They're making it up.
They twist the blade and cut me up...
Fake Outrage like it's nothing new.

[Verse 2]
The photos crop, the quotes get sliced.
Old ghosts dragged screaming into light.
Good men hanged by midnight threads...
Their children taught what must be said.
Truth's tide dies beneath the fight.

[Chorus]
Fake Outrage, they're making it real.
Dying fires, nothing leftover to feel.
Fake Outrage, They're making it up.
They twist the blade and cut me up...
Fake Outrage like it's nothing new.

[Bridge]
An outside mob full of spite,
Howl and hiss day ’n night.
You’d scratch till you bled,
They all laugh at your dread,
Into the trap they’d kept sight.

[Verse 3]
Confess or burn, there is no third.
Your silence proves the lying word.
They pass the blade from hand to hand.
Each twist rehearsed, each cut pre-planned.
Tomorrow's sheep, another herd.

[Chorus]
Fake Outrage, they're making it real.
Dying fires, nothing leftover to feel.
Fake Outrage, They're making it up.
They twist the blade and cut me up...
Fake Outrage like it's nothing new.

[Reprise]
Fake outrage happens all the same.
Pretending it's real, yet they claim.
Once you're infested, nothing to ease.
Self righteous, doing as they please.
A final twist of a blade, it's their game.

[Finale]
The room went black, no one spoke
Then the door burst open wide
And the mob roared in with knives
I felt the first cut arrive
That was the night my soul died