Fake Smile Olympics

​[Verse 1]
​Pill-bottle parade, marching through the damn hall
Got my poker face glued on, I can't afford to slip or fall
This whole life's a stadium, where the judges are just ghosts
Choke on the happy ending, while you toast the fucking host
I'm the gold medal hypocrite, with poison on my breath
Winning this Fake Smile Olympics is a slow, self-inflicted death.
​[Pre-Chorus]
Crawl through the wreckage, just to prove I'm fine
Hold your breath, clench your jaw—this whole life is a lie!
They’re counting every twitch, every shiver, every single tear
NOW Scream IT for the cameras: "I'm the best damn loser here!"
​[Chorus]
This is the finale! [Scream] WATCH ME BURN!
I perfected the plastic, there’s no damn return!
The crowd is screaming for a breakdown, they want the truth to hit
But I’ll take the podium, while the blood drips from my spit
FAKE SMILE! [Scream] "FucKING FAKE!"  Olympics!—Yeah, I earned my crown of thorns!
​[Verse 2]
​Ink bleeds on the contract, for the soul I had to sell
To keep the performance going, dragging myself through this imaginary hell
My ribs are painted targets, for the jealousy and spite
Yeah, they'll applaud the fighter, as long as he falls short of the light
I hear the whispering losers plotting from the cheap seats
"He's not as broken as he looks"—they're jealous of my fake defeats.
​[Chorus]
This is the FINALE! [Scream] WATCH ME BURN!
I perfected the plastic, there’s no damn return!
The crowd is screaming for a breakdown, they want the truth to hit
But I’ll take the podium, while the blood drips from my spit
FAKE SMILE! [Scream] "FucKING FAKE!"  Olympics!—Yeah, I earned my crown of thorns!
[Bridge]
The only training I endured was staring at the glass
Practicing the angle of a grin that wouldn't ever pass.
I look good on the poster, but my hands are tied with wire
Every high-five is a lie, fueling this damn pyre.
​[Guitar Solo]
​**[Fast, aggressive, and melodramatic solo with pinch harmonics and a heavy breakdown toward the end.]**
​[Chorus]
This is the finale! [Scream] WATCH ME BURN!
I perfected the plastic, there’s no damn return!
The crowd is screaming for a breakdown, they want the truth to hit
But I’ll take the podium, while the blood drips from my spit
FAKE SMILE! [Scream] "FucKING FAKE!"  Olympics!—Yeah, I earned my crown of thorns!
[Outro]
I'm winning... I'm winning... [Growl] I’M ALONE!
Hahaha.... 
I'm winning..... 
Or.... 
Am I?

Drop D tuning, post hardcore, post screamo, emo trap rock, emo male vocals mixed with some growls and screamo