[Intro] [Heavy pulsing synth-bass line starts] [Crisp finger snaps on the off-beat] (Pull up a chair...) (Take a seat...) [Verse 1] [Staccato vocal delivery, dry close-mic] Heavy porcelain and polished wood Nodding like they finally understood Napkins resting over tailored knees Waiting for the sudden social freeze [Beat drops out completely] (Pass the salt.) [Pre-Chorus] [Building percussion, rising tension, snapping continues] They love the flavor of a fresh mistake A little stumble is the bread they break You spill the water and they smell the wine Drawing up the borders on the dotted line [Chorus] [Explosive stadium rock instrumentation, distorted synth-bass, wall of sound] Bon appétit to the VIPs! Spreading like a quiet, slow disease It’s a five-star feast when you lose your step Cashing in the favors that they kept [Heavy drum fill] Yeah, they raise a glass to the sinking ship Wiping the sympathy off their lip! (Drink up, drink up!) [Verse 2] [Return to minimalist bass and snaps, add eerie dissonant synth] Check your posture, keep the collar tight Everyone is strictly so polite Fork and knife are gleaming in the fist Checking off the names upon the list (Are you on it?) (You're next.) [Pre-Chorus] [Building percussion, slightly faster pacing] They love the flavor of a fresh mistake A little stumble is the bread they break You spill the water and they smell the wine Drawing up the borders on the dotted line [Chorus] [Maximum energy, massive distortion on guitars and bass] Bon appétit to the VIPs! Spreading like a quiet, slow disease It’s a five-star feast when you lose your step Cashing in the favors that they kept [Heavy drum fill] Yeah, they raise a glass to the sinking ship Wiping the sympathy off their lip! [Bridge] [Complete musical silence for 2 seconds] [Tempo slows down slightly, switching to a heavy, distorted waltz rhythm] [Vocals start almost a cappella, shifting into a haunting choir arrangement] Pour the red, watch it stain They're getting heavy on the champagne [Slowly introducing a massive, marching snare drum] Pour the red, let it run The dinner party has just begun (And you're the main course.) [Guitar Break] [Staccato, fuzz-heavy guitar riff matching the synth-bass groove] (Yeah!) [Chorus] [Absolute peak energy, desperate lead vocals overlapping with choir] Bon appétit to the VIPs! Spreading like a quiet, slow disease It’s a five-star feast when you lose your step Cashing in the favors that they kept Yeah, they raise a glass to the sinking ship Wiping the sympathy off their lip! [Outro] [Music abruptly cuts out] [Only the low, creeping synth-bass and snaps remain] (Check please.) Wipe your mouth. (Leave the tip.) [Fade out with a single, final echoing snap]
