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    an old walkman and orange earbuds flopating in a high school swimming pool
    Track

    Prove It

    Swelter Stain
    3:36
    Single
    Prove It

    Track Notes

    v1.30 Moises advanced_16bit_44hz_target-12

    Lyrics

    [alt_rock, driving_pulse, guitar_led, raw_presentation, direct_entry, hook_forward_chorus, gradual_tonal_climb, chorus_dynamic_lift, syncopated_groove, tight_rhythm_section, open_guitar_voicings, section_density_variation, human_band_pocket, natural_push_pull_groove, varied_hit_strength, slight_take_variation, organic_band_motion, natural_drum_dynamics, vocal_forward, balanced_stereo_field, gradual_chorus_bloom, final_chorus_bloom, emotional_repetition, memory_spiral][sg1-nir-ro-na-smlt-04-91] [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]