Lyrics

He called himself fire, but all we heard was static,
Strutting like a god, loud, fake, and dramatic.
“Noise” was his name, ego in control,
But behind that mask, no heart, no soul.

Used to bark orders like a king on the net,
Now he's dreaming of jets, but ain’t there yet.
He left Bandbox to chase some sky-high dream—
Now we laugh while he fades from the team.

F-35 in your wet dreams, Noise,
But you're MQ-bound, just background noise.
You bailed on the band, you ditched the fight,
Now you sit in a trailer, thinking you’re flight.

High hopes, low score,
You ain't soaring, you’re just decor.
We’ll light up the stage, you buzz like a toy—
Good luck, drone boy.

You wanted afterburners, steel and flame,
But you’re stuck with screens, it's a damn shame.
No dogfights, no sky to own—
Just joystick kills and a monotone.

We still scream through amps, shake the ground,
You just push buttons—no glory, no sound.
From fighter controller to wannabe ace,
Now you're just a blip in empty space.

“F-35, baby.”
Yeah, sure, Sven.
Keep telling yourself that... while you pilot the world’s most expensive RC plane.

F-35 in your pipe dream sky,
But you're grounded, Noise, and we know why.
Couldn't hack it, couldn’t climb—
Now you're MQ-9, killing time.

We kept the fire, you chased the spark,
Now we tour the world while you sit in the dark.
You left the band for a lonely drone—
Enjoy the silence. You’re on your own.

Noise fades fast when no one’s listening...
And you're not flying, Sven.
You're just watching.