Lyrics
[Verse 1] You hide the blade behind the silk, Then play the saint when someone's bleeding. You slip the poison in the glass, Then act offended by their heaving. You're so fucking proud of being clever, Like nobody can see the game. You can rewrite a thousand stories, But the ending stays the same. You make your victims look like monsters, Then cry about the things they do. It's quite a talent, playing innocent When everyone knows the truth. [Pre-Chorus] Here comes the tragedy. Here comes the plea. Another fucking masterpiece Of manufactured misery. [Chorus] You're a fucking monument To everything you claim to hate. A self-appointed martyr With a god-sized ego and a victim's fate. You want a crown for your suffering, A standing ovation for your shame. You'd burn the fucking world to ash Before admitting you're the bastard. [Verse 2] Backhanded comments. Coward's laughter. Poison hidden In the chatter. You call it banter When you wound. Then cry like hell When it comes round. Your trauma isn't sacred. Your self-loathing isn't depth. You're no tortured genius. You're just a fucking wreck. [Pre-Chorus] Cue the tears. Cue the blame. Who'll you sacrifice To save your name? Your little cowards Sing along. Tell you you're right. Tell you they're wrong. [Chorus] You're a fucking monument To everything you claim to hate. A self-appointed martyr With a god-sized ego and a victim's fate. You want a crown for your suffering, A standing ovation for your shame. You'd burn the fucking world to ash Before admitting you're the bastard. [Bridge] You need them guilty. You need them weak. You need a new offender Every time you face yourself. You call it persecution When somebody sees through you. You call it cruelty When they stop protecting you. Your pain isn't a personality. Your damage isn't a crown. And all your little admirers Can't keep your bullshit standing up. [Final Chorus] You're a fucking monument To everything you claim to hate. A self-appointed martyr Who mistakes attention for being great. You want a crown for your suffering, A standing ovation for your shame. You'd burn the fucking world to ash Before admitting you're the bastard. [Outro] Keep your little audience. Keep your alibis. Keep telling them your version. You haven't fooled us. You're just the last to realise.