[Intro – violent distorted guitar riff, fast pounding drums] [Verse 1 – fast snarling female punk vocals] She says he said that you said she lied, He says ask her what she meant last night. You've got her number. You've got his too. Why the fuck am I talking for you? “Can you just tell her—” No. “Could you ask him—” No. “It'll take two seconds.” Still fucking no. I'm not your courier, counsellor, referee, If you've got shit to say— say it directly. [Pre-Chorus – aggressive rhythmic shouting] Not my fight! Not my mess! Not my fucking job to second-guess! Sort it out! Use your words! [Growled] LEAVE ME THE FUCK OUT OF YOURS! [Chorus – explosive hardcore punk vocal] DON'T! MAKE IT! MY FUCKING PROBLEM! I DON'T WANT IT! I DON'T NEED IT! YOU MADE THIS SHIT— YOU FUCKING KEEP IT! DON'T! MAKE IT! MY FUCKING PROBLEM! You lit the match, you feed the flame— [Harsh scream] DON'T COME RUNNING WITH MY FUCKING NAME! [Fast hardcore guitar break] [Verse 2 – rapid shout-sung delivery] Now I've got screenshots I never fucking asked for, Voice notes, paragraphs, receipts from last fall. “Read the whole thing, then you'll understand.” I understand perfectly. [Shouted] YOU'RE BOTH FUCKING MAD! Now one's in my kitchen, one's blowing up my phone, Both somehow offended that I want to be alone. One says pick a side. I say pick the door. Apparently neutrality isn't neutral anymore. [Fast Shout-Rap] I DON'T CARE WHO STARTED! I DON'T CARE WHO'S RIGHT! I DON'T NEED A TIMELINE OF YOUR SHIT FROM FRIDAY NIGHT! DON'T SEND EVIDENCE! DON'T SEND PROOF! DON'T SEND SIXTEEN FUCKING SCREENSHOTS OF SOMEONE SAYING “K.” [Brief stop] [Female vocal – disgusted] Sixteen? Jesus Christ. [Band slams back] [Chorus – heavier] DON'T! MAKE IT! MY FUCKING PROBLEM! I DON'T WANT IT! I DON'T NEED IT! YOU BROKE THIS SHIT— YOU FUCKING KEEP IT! DON'T! MAKE IT! MY FUCKING PROBLEM! Handle your mess, forget my name— [Growled scream] I'M NOT ANOTHER FUCKING PIECE IN YOUR GAME! [Instrumental – dirty hardcore riff, pounding drums, feedback] [Bridge – tense bass and sparse guitar] [Female vocal – controlled] Then you said it. “You're involved now.” [Brief silence] [Female vocal – cold] Am I? [Half-time riff crashes in] [Growl-Rap – heavy, clearly articulated] YOU WANT INVOLVED? FINE. HERE'S INVOLVED. YOU'RE BOTH EXHAUSTING. THERE. PROBLEM SOLVED. YOU TALK IN CIRCLES, YOU FIGHT FOR SPORT, YOU DRAG EVERY FUCKER INTO YOUR PRIVATE COURT! YOU DON'T WANT ANSWERS! YOU WANT A TEAM! YOU WANT SIX MORE PEOPLE TO VALIDATE THE SCENE! [Growled shout] NOT FUCKING ME! [Music accelerates] [Final Verse – rapid hardcore shout-rap] DELETE THE CHAT! MUTE THE PHONE! SORT YOUR FUCKING PROBLEMS ON YOUR FUCKING OWN! NO MORE UPDATES! NO MORE CALLS! NO MORE CRYING IN MY FUCKING HALL! YOU MADE IT MY PROBLEM? HERE'S WHAT I'LL DO: I'M GIVING THE WHOLE FUCKING PROBLEM BACK TO YOU! NO REFUNDS! NO RECEIPT! NO CUSTOMER SERVICE! [Harsh scream] GET YOUR FUCKING DRAMA OFF MY FUCKING PREMISES! [Breakdown – crushing hardcore punk riff] [Female growl] NOT. MY. FUCKING. PROBLEM. [Final Chorus – huge scream-sung punk vocal] DON'T! MAKE IT! MY FUCKING PROBLEM! I DON'T WANT IT! I DON'T NEED IT! YOU OWN THIS SHIT— SO FUCKING KEEP IT! DON'T! MAKE IT! MY FUCKING PROBLEM! You wanted me involved? [Brief stop] [Female vocal – vicious] Congratulations. [Full band hit] You're both blocked. [Final feedback]
