"Yeah... 3:15 AM... Standing in front of the open fridge light... Poltergeist in the pantry... Franky Windmills..." [Verse 1 - Fast, cynical deadpan delivery over a lagging, heavy dub-hiphop beat] Crept down the stairs with a void in my chest Looking for a quick emotional arrest Found a ghost in the pantry holding a spoon Eating peanut butter under the neon moon It’s not a poltergeist throwing kitchen knives It’s just my unresolved stress taking different lives Floating jar of mayonnaise, a bag of stale chips Trying to fill the silence on my hungry lips I asked the phantom "Can you pass the jam?" He said "You're eating your feelings, I know who I am!" [Chorus - Floating, spacey chorus with rich dub reverb and layered lazy vocals] There’s a poltergeist in the pantry, rattling the tins Sifting through the cabinets of my little sins Sugar-coated coping mechanisms on the shelf Haunted by the calories I keep inside myself Yeah, open up the door, let the cold light shine... Another midnight snack for a fractured mind... [Verse 2 - Sharper, witty flow with subtle dub-delay and heavy rimshots] My conscience is a fridge that’s always turned too low Freezing every feeling that I try not to show Got an impulse specter sitting on the top rack Whispering "Eat the whole cake, you can never go back!" The microwave timer counts down my decay Beeping at the thoughts that I buried today It’s a buffet of anxiety, a smorgasbord of doubt And I can’t find the exit till the light goes out I traded self-reflection for a slice of cold pie Looked the ghost in the face and we both spit a lie! [Melodica & Rhodes Solo - A moody, melancholic melodica solo interweaving with swirling Rhodes chords over a boomy sub-bass sweep and vinyl crackle] [Bridge - Beat drops to pure sub-bass, soft hi-hats, and a tired whisper] Inspect the shelves... Check the expiration date... Too late to stop... Washing down the fate... (Sound of a soda can opening with a sharp fizz: TSHHH!) "Should've just taken a glass of water..." [Chorus - Full band explodes with heavy lo-fi warmth and rich vocal layers] There’s a poltergeist in the pantry, rattling the tins Sifting through the cabinets of my little sins Sugar-coated coping mechanisms on the shelf Haunted by the calories I keep inside myself Yeah, open up the door, let the cold light shine... Another midnight snack for a fractured mind... [Outro - Slow dub fade out with echoing melodica, rustling wrappers, vinyl noise, and a distant fridge click] Poltergeist in the pantry... Close the door, Franky... Out! (Fade to silence with the click of a fridge door closing)
