No Entry

[Pre-Chorus - Female Lead, Male low harmony]
Every door looks the same,
painted white, locked tight,
rules written in invisible ink
that only show up in the light.

([Male Vocalist] “Yeah, I’ve seen those too…”)

[Chorus - Both, Female lead]
NO ENTRY?
Well, watch me tear the bloody sign down.
NO ENTRY?
Tell me who made you the king of this town.
You draw your lines in bright red paint,
then act like I’m insane—
but I’m done asking nicely.
I’m coming through anyway.

[Verse 2 - Female Lead, Male interjections]
They say I don’t “match the culture,”
guess they wrote the rules alone.
He gets told he’s “too quiet,”
I get told to change my tone.
Same old velvet barricades,
soft words, sharp little knives.
You gatekeep like it’s holy work—
I’ve lived it all my life.

([Male Vocalist] “Doors close before I’m even in the hallway…”)

[Pre-Chorus 2 - Female Lead]
Your warnings sound like lullabies,
but they keep me wide awake.
If silence keeps you comfortable,
that’s a comfort I’ll break.

[Chorus - Both, louder]
NO ENTRY?
Then watch me tear the bloody sign down.
NO ENTRY?
Your paper kingdom’s burning to the ground.
You built your walls with worn-out fear
and think I’ll go away—
but I’m done knocking softly.
I’m coming through anyway.

[Bridge - Spoken/Sung, Female Lead with Male echoes]
You said “Not you.”
([Male Vocalist] “Not me.”)
“Too much.”
([Male Vocalist] “Too quiet.”)
“Maybe later.”
([Male Vocalist] “Maybe never.”)
Funny how your little rules
start sounding like a riot.

You can blacklist, sidestep,
trip me with tradition—
but I’m rewriting every map
you boxed me in with.

[Final Chorus - Both, full power]
NO ENTRY?
Then watch me tear the bloody sign down.
NO ENTRY?
Your tidy borders don’t apply to me now.
I’ll cross your lines, redraw the shape,
and claim my own doorway—
’Cause if you won’t let me in,
I’ll build my own damn way.

[Outro - Female Lead]
Hang up all the signs you want.
I see them.
I just don’t obey.

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[Verse 1 - Female Lead] They say “We’re open to everyone,” then they glance at me and cough. Door’s wide open on the hinges, but somehow I’m still cut off. Smiles that crack like china plates, a nod, a shrug, “Not quite your scene.” Funny how they never say it, but I know exactly what they mean. [Pre-Chorus - Female Lead, Male low harmony] Every door looks the same, painted white, locked tight, rules written in invisible ink that only show up in the light. ([Male Vocalist] “Yeah, I’ve seen those too…”) [Chorus - Both, Female lead] NO ENTRY? Well, watch me tear the bloody sign down. NO ENTRY? Tell me who made you the king of this town. You draw your lines in bright red paint, then act like I’m insane— but I’m done asking nicely. I’m coming through anyway. [Verse 2 - Female Lead, Male interjections] They say I don’t “match the culture,” guess they wrote the rules alone. He gets told he’s “too quiet,” I get told to change my tone. Same old velvet barricades, soft words, sharp little knives. You gatekeep like it’s holy work— I’ve lived it all my life. ([Male Vocalist] “Doors close before I’m even in the hallway…”) [Pre-Chorus 2 - Female Lead] Your warnings sound like lullabies, but they keep me wide awake. If silence keeps you comfortable, that’s a comfort I’ll break. [Chorus - Both, louder] NO ENTRY? Then watch me tear the bloody sign down. NO ENTRY? Your paper kingdom’s burning to the ground. You built your walls with worn-out fear and think I’ll go away— but I’m done knocking softly. I’m coming through anyway. [Bridge - Spoken/Sung, Female Lead with Male echoes] You said “Not you.” ([Male Vocalist] “Not me.”) “Too much.” ([Male Vocalist] “Too quiet.”) “Maybe later.” ([Male Vocalist] “Maybe never.”) Funny how your little rules start sounding like a riot. You can blacklist, sidestep, trip me with tradition— but I’m rewriting every map you boxed me in with. [Final Chorus - Both, full power] NO ENTRY? Then watch me tear the bloody sign down. NO ENTRY? Your tidy borders don’t apply to me now. I’ll cross your lines, redraw the shape, and claim my own doorway— ’Cause if you won’t let me in, I’ll build my own damn way. [Outro - Female Lead] Hang up all the signs you want. I see them. I just don’t obey.

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