[Intro] (coughing, clearing throat, nervous quiet room ambiance, choppy clean guitar arpeggio) I had a whole speech prepared. It sounded great in my head. [Build: chaotic dissonant tapping, heavy drums crashing in] [Verse 1] (anxious, spoken-word poetry, rapid-fire cadence) Open my mouth and the syllables turn into dry little pellets of dust, Swallowing sentences down to the place where my insecurities rust! Every single thought is a fishbone caught in the back of my throat, Trying to spit out a message and watching it sink like a boat! My tongue is a boulder, my teeth are a cage, Trapped at the back of an empty stage—! [Chorus] (screaming, maximum distortion, chaotic and raw) CHOKING ON THE WORDS I COULDN'T SAY OUT LOUD! DROWNING IN THE SALIVA OF AN INDIFFERENT CROWD! EVERYTHING I WANTED TO PROVE, EVERYTHING I MEANT TO BE, CAUGHT IN MY WINDPIPE, KILLING ME! [Verse 2] (desperate, erratic tempo shifts, shifting between nervous whining and harsh yells) You look at me waiting for an answer, a sentence, a clue, While I’m suffocating on a vocabulary meant for a ghost of a you! "Cat got your tongue?" oh, how clever, how funny, how true! My lungs are collapsing, I’m turning the color of glue! I reach for my throat like I’m pulling a pin from a grenade, Look at the mess that my silence made—! [Bridge] (whispered, trembling, close to the mic, choking sounds, lonely high-pitched guitar loop) Just... breathe. Just force it out. It tastes like iron. It tastes like defeat. [Building intensity] *I CAN'T GET IT OUT! I CAN'T BREATHE THROUGH IT!* [Guitar Solo] (chaotic math-rock tapping, erratic rhythm changes, emotional breakdown) [Outro] (descending heavy chords, fading into a sharp intake of breath and a cough) Swallow it down. Keep it inside. [Single heavy unresolved chord] [End]
