[Intro – immediate violent hardcore punk riff, drums crash in from the first second] [Female scream] I'M HAVING A PERFECTLY FUCKING NORMAL DAY! [Verse 1 – rapid snarling female vocals] Coffee hit the floor, bus went past, Zip on my jacket fucking broke at last. Card got declined then worked second try, Some bloke stopped walking right in front of me—WHY? Phone at one percent, charger at home, Three missed calls from a number unknown. Sleeve caught the handle, nearly ripped off the door— [Harsh shout] I'M FINE! [Growled] I'M FUCKING FINE! [Fast hardcore riff] [Verse 2 – rapid shout-punk] Then somebody says: “Long day?” [Hard Stop] [Female vocal – dangerously calm] Don't. [Band detonates] DON'T FUCKING ASK! DON'T FUCKING SMILE! DON'T TELL ME “BREATHE” LIKE THAT'S WORTHWHILE! I'VE BEEN BREATHING ALL FUCKING DAY! [Growled scream] THAT'S WHY I'M STILL FUCKING HERE! [Pre-Chorus – pounding half-time hardcore] Little spark. Little flame. Little fucking thing and I'm gone again. Count to ten? Got to three. [Deep raspy growl] THREE'S ENOUGH FOR ME. [Chorus – huge aggressive melodic punk vocal] Short fuse! Burn it down to nothing! Short fuse! Hear the bastard coming! One more push, one more shove, one more “calm down” is more than enough! Short fuse! [Harsh scream] WATCH ME FUCKING BLOW! [Instrumental – brutal hardcore punk riff, pounding drums] [Verse 3 – fast shout-rap/punk delivery] It's never the big thing, that's the fucking joke, It's forty tiny bastards till the last one makes you choke. Wet sock. Dead phone. Wrong queue. Slow walk. Printer says error. Someone wants small talk. Password expired. Train delayed. Dropped my keys for the third time today. Then my fucking headphone catches on a chair— [Beat stops] [Female vocal] That's it. That's the one. That's apparently where we draw the fucking line. [Band slams back] [Growl-Rap – clearly articulated] FUCK THE CHAIR! FUCK THE CABLE! FUCK THE CUP SITTING CROOKED ON THE TABLE! FUCK THE CLOCK! FUCK THE QUEUE! FUCK THAT LITTLE RED LIGHT THAT KEEPS BLINKING TOO! FUCK THE APP! FUCK THE CODE! FUCK THE BAG THAT FUCKING SPLIT IN THE ROAD! I KNOW NONE OF THIS DESERVES THIS SHIT— [Harsh scream] I DON'T FUCKING CARE! I'VE FUCKING HAD IT! [Chorus – heavier, shouted edges] Short fuse! Burn it down to nothing! Short fuse! Hear the bastard coming! One more push, one more shove, one more “calm down” is more than enough! Short fuse! [Growled scream] WATCH ME FUCKING BLOW! [Breakdown – crushing hardcore punk drums and simple distorted riff] [Female vocal – breathing controlled, almost calm] Okay. We're good. We're fine. Nothing broken. Nobody dead. [Pause] See? Growth. [Small object falls] [Long silence] [Female vocal] ... What was that? [Final Section – immediate hardcore explosion] [Extreme shout-punk with frequent growled lines] WHO FUCKING MOVED IT?! WHO PUT THAT THERE?! WHY IS EVERYTHING FUCKING EVERYWHERE?! I WANT FIVE MINUTES WITHOUT SOME SHIT! FIVE FUCKING MINUTES— [Growl] THAT'S FUCKING IT! NO PHONE! NO DOOR! NO PEOPLE! NO MORE! NO “CHEER UP!” NO “CALM DOWN!” NO FUCKING CUNT MAKING ONE MORE SOUND! [Rapid screamed delivery] I'M NOT ENLIGHTENED! I'M NOT AT PEACE! I DON'T NEED YOGA! I NEED RELEASE! I NEED A ROOM AND A FUCKING GUITAR! [Deep growled shout] TURN THE BASTARD UP! [Instrumental assault – fast hardcore punk riff, crashing drums] [Final Chorus – huge melodic scream-sung vocal] Short fuse! LET IT FUCKING BURN! Short fuse! NEVER FUCKING LEARN! Every little thing that I swallowed today— [Harsh growl] COMING BACK THE FUCKING HARD WAY! Short fuse! No zen. No cure. [Female scream] I'M NOT FUCKING CALM ANYMORE! [Final riff – abrupt stop] [Female vocal – completely calm] Anyway. What were you saying?
