
Track Notes
Suno version: v1.41
Suno metadata
- Style
- early-90s grunge and melodic alternative rock, thick distorted guitar riff, heavy bass locked beneath the guitar, hard acoustic drum impact, restrained verses exploding into abrasive choruses, lead vocal sits slightly behind the guitars and drums, blended into the band rather than dominating the mix, lower apparent vocal level, less upper-mid vocal presence, rougher separation between voice and instruments, softened vocal presence, compressed vowels, swallowed word endings, loose consonant definition, uneven phrase attack, occasional vocal crack, strained chorus projection, human_band_pocket
- Created
- Aug 20, 2026
- Last synced
- Aug 21, 2026
Lyrics
[sg1-nir-ro-na-smlt-04-91]
[LS.v3.3.2026.0718R]
[Verse 1]
Say it louder like you mean it this time.
Same faces, same words, spin the wheel again.
Standing here, just another placeholder—
Your party trick's wearing thin.
[Pre-Chorus]
Cracks in my laugh, sour in my throat.
I press too hard; it buckles, then it floats.
If I shove, will it break or hold?
These rules are sick—I don't want the gold.
[Chorus]
Tell me you're real when you bleed that loud,
Screaming proof through a silent crowd.
Show me sweat; give me scars that count.
Prove it, prove it—shatter or bounce.
[Verse 2]
Got my lines down, can't hit my cue.
Laugh at the joke half a beat too soon.
Keep the curtain closed; let them guess at you.
Looks like freedom from a foreign view.
[Pre-Chorus]
Bit my tongue, let it hang like a dare.
Fragile grin, eyes fixed anywhere.
Are they bought, or is everybody scared?
The joke goes long. Nobody calls it there.
[Chorus]
Tell me you're real when you bleed that loud,
Screaming proof through a silent crowd.
Show me sweat; give me scars that count.
Prove it, prove it—shatter or bounce.
[Bridge]
I keep making noise so I don't disappear.
Hands gone numb, still tearing at the thread.
Erase me by rote while I act like I ran.
How deep does the proof have to cut?
[Final Chorus]
Tell me you're real when you bleed that loud,
Screaming proof through a silent crowd.
Show me sweat; give me scars that count.
Prove it, prove it—shatter or bounce.
Tell me you're real when you can't stay proud,
When the whole damn room just waits you out.
Lose it, prove it. Crash through the sound.
[end]
