# **🪰 “The Fridge Is a Funeral Home” — Heavy Metal / Industrial EDM** ## **Verse 1** You’ve got a science project rotting on the second shelf, A kingdom of decay you curated all yourself. Milk turned into mortar, fruit collapsing into wine, Every time I open up the door, another plague arrives. ## **Pre‑Chorus** I hear the buzzing like a warning, A tiny choir of wings performing. Your leftovers have learned to breathe— And now they’re crawling out at me. ## **Chorus** You built a nightmare in the fridge, A shrine to everything you never clean. The gnats are rising like a cult, Crowned on the ruins of your rotten dreams. This isn’t hunger, it’s survival— I’m living with your food’s revival. ## **Verse 2** Expiration dates are begging for a burial rite, But you just let them decompose and multiply at night. I swear your yogurt’s plotting something, whispering in the dark, A fermented little prophet with a mold‑encrusted heart. ## **Pre‑Chorus** I hear the buzzing like a warning, A tiny choir of wings performing. Your negligence has grown a throne— And now the insects call it home. ## **Chorus** You built a nightmare in the fridge, A shrine to everything you never clean. The gnats are rising like a cult, Crowned on the ruins of your rotten dreams. This isn’t hunger, it’s survival— I’m living with your food’s revival. ## **Bridge (Industrial / EDM Drop)** Digital drums like a heartbeat dying, Metallic whispers, the fruit flies crying. Your chaos pulses through the vents— A biohazard testament. I’m done pretending this is fine— Your fridge is crossing every line. ## **Breakdown (Spoken / Distorted)** “Clean it up… or I swear the next infestation will be **me**.” ## **Final Chorus** You built a nightmare in the fridge, A shrine to everything you never clean. The gnats are rising like a cult, Crowned on the ruins of your rotten dreams. I’m not your roommate, I’m your witness— To every mold‑born act of sickness.
