[Teenage male voice]
[VERSE 1 – Rock Pop / Alt Rock | clean guitar + pulsujący bass]
Smile for the camera, sharpen the knife,
Sell me your morals, I’ll trade you a life.
You preach about love with your mouth full of hate,
Chew me up slowly — don’t rush, marinate.
Polite little monsters in fashionable pain,
Eating each other to feel entertained.
You say “it’s just business”, you say “it’s just jokes”,
But the room smells like blood every time someone chokes.
[(efekty: delikatny delay na wokalu, lekki overdrive w pre-refrenie)]
[PRE-CHORUS – Industrial Rock | narastający synth, distortion]
You don’t need teeth when your words do the harm,
You don’t need fire when the crowd stays warm.
[(efekty: filtr dolnoprzepustowy otwierający się przed refrenem)]
[CHORUS – Chwytliwy Rock Pop + Choir | stadionowy hook]
Dear cannibals, dressed so nice,
Clap your hands, take a bite.
Manners first, then the kill,
Eat them softly — guilt-free thrill.
Dear cannibals, bless your meal,
If it screams — it’s just being real.
[(efekty: szeroki chór w tle, podwojony wokal, mocne crash’e)]
[VERSE 2 – Techno Punk / Industrial | agresywny beat, synth bass]
Cancel the weak, quote empathy,
Hashtag compassion, sponsored cruelty.
You cry for justice, but only online,
Offline you’re silent — or standing in line.
You feed on fear, you snack on shame,
Call it culture, call it fame.
Everyone hungry, no one full,
Your conscience? Light. Disposable.
[(efekty: glitch, stutter na końcówkach wersów)]
[PRE-CHORUS 2 – Industrial / Minimal | pauza, napięcie]
You don’t see bones when the lights are low,
You don’t feel bad if you never slow.
[(efekty: cisza → nagłe uderzenie refrenu)]
[CHORUS – Rock Pop + Choir (większy) | hymn młodego pokolenia]
Dear cannibals, dressed so nice,
Moral high ground, medium price.
Bite by bite, stay polite,
Say “nothing personal” every night.
Dear cannibals, raise your glass,
Here’s to the humans we didn’t ask.
[BRIDGE – Dark Ambient + Choir | refleksyjny break]
Maybe monsters don’t hide in the dark,
Maybe they sing in major keys.
Maybe the sharpest teeth
Are wrapped in jokes and legal fees.
[(efekty: pogłos katedralny, szeptany chór)]
Count to three before you bite,
But counting’s hard when you’re always right.
[FINAL CHORUS – Techno Punk Rock / Full Power | wszystko naraz]
Dear cannibals, look around,
Hear that chewing? That’s the sound
Of a world that learned to eat
Everything except defeat.
Dear cannibals, one last grin —
Bon appétit.
You win.
Dear cannibals, bless your meal,
If it screams — it’s just being real.
Dear cannibals, raise your glass,
Here’s to the humans we didn’t ask.
[(outro: powtarzany chór]„dear cannibals"[ + feedback gitar)]
Table’s clean, no blood in sight,
Just silence chewing through the night.