[Intro - dirty bass, ominous guitar riff, heavy drums] [Female Vocals - rhythmic rap] There was a stain above the kitchen sink, little black circle, didn't make me think, landlord said mildew, spray it with bleach, stood on a chair but I couldn't quite reach. Monday morning it was twice that size, little bit fuzzy with a weird wet shine, took a picture, sent it downstairs, he texted back: "Looks normal from here." [Female Vocals - faster rap] Tuesday night something fell off my plate, piece of cold pizza disappeared around eight, heard this noise like a mouth in the wall, looked at the ceiling— nothing at all. Then the stain moved. Not dripped. Moved. [Female Vocals - shouted] I'M PRETTY FUCKING SURE THAT MOLD DOESN'T DO THAT! [Heavy riff] [Male Vocals - low aggressive rap] So I threw it a cracker. Yeah. For science. Cracker hit the ceiling and vanished in silence. Threw it another. Same result. Half a ham sandwich— gone on impact. Now I'm standing in the kitchen with a broom in my hand, feeding deli meat to something I don't understand, she walks in, sees the ceiling, sees the empty bread— [Male Vocals - deadpan] "What the fuck are you doing?" [Male Vocals - shouted] SCIENCE! [Male + Female Vocals - heavy chorus] DON'T FEED THE CEILING! DON'T GIVE IT SHIT! WE DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS OR HOW BIG IT CAN GET! DON'T FEED THE CEILING! THAT'S RULE NUMBER ONE! [Female Vocals - shouted] AND WHICH ONE OF YOU FUCKING IDIOTS FED IT AFTER I WAS DONE?! [Instrumental - distorted guitar and heavy bass] [Male Vocals - rapid rap] Wednesday morning stain covers half the room, ceiling fan gone and I assume consumed, missing two plates and a wooden chair, pretty sure I saw something breathing up there. Called the landlord. Sent him the proof. He said: "Have you tried ventilating the room?" Motherfucker, there's a predator attached to the roof! [Male Vocals - rapid shout-rap] IT ATE THE CLOCK! IT ATE THE LIGHT! IT ATE MY FUCKING TAKEOUT LAST NIGHT! IT TOOK THE CURTAINS! HALF THE WALL! AND NOW THAT BLACK SHIT'S CRAWLING DOWN THE HALL! [Chugging guitar break] [Female Vocals - aggressive rap] We stop feeding it. Smart. Finally. Then at three in the morning something starts scratching. Not above us. Around us. Bedroom ceiling bows down low, black veins spreading through the plaster real slow, hear something wet dragging over the beams, then a piece of the ceiling starts showing its teeth. [Female Vocals - shouted] NOPE! NO! ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT! [Female Vocals - rapid shout-rap] GET THE KEYS! GET THE PHONE! GET YOUR SHOES! LEAVE THE TV! LET IT EAT THE FUCKING ROOM! DON'T PACK SHIT! DON'T LOOK BACK! WHY THE FUCK IS THE HALLWAY TURNING BLACK?! [Male + Female Vocals - explosive chorus] DON'T FEED THE CEILING! DON'T GIVE IT SHIT! WE FOUND OUT WHAT IT WANTS AND WE'RE FUCKING ON THE LIST! DON'T FEED THE CEILING! TOO LATE TO RUN— [Male + Female Vocals - screamed] SOMEBODY FED THE FUCKER AND NOW IT WANTS US! [Breakdown - crushing half-time riff] [Male Vocals - aggressive shout-rap] STAIRS ARE BLOCKED! WINDOW JAMMED! BLACK SHIT DRIPPING DOWN BOTH MY HANDS! KITCHEN'S GONE! BEDROOM NEXT! LANDLORD FINALLY ANSWERS MY TEXT! [Instrumental stop] [Male Vocals - deadpan] He says he'll send somebody Monday. [Heavy instrumental slam] [Female Vocals - screamed] IT'S FUCKING THURSDAY! [Breakdown continues] [Female Vocals - rapid shout-rap] GRAB THE BROOM! GRAB THE CHAIR! THROW THE FUCKING MICROWAVE UP THERE! IF IT WANTS FOOD THEN GIVE IT THE LEASE! GIVE IT THE BILLS! GIVE IT THE FUCKING KEYS! [Male + Female Vocals - gang shouted] EAT THE RENT! EAT THE MOLD! EAT THE SHITTY WATER THAT NEVER GETS HOT! EAT THE WALLS! EAT THE FLOOR! [Male Vocals - screamed] JUST LET US OUT THE FUCKING DOOR! [Sudden silence] [Female Vocals - exhausted] It stopped. [Pause] [Male Vocals] Think it's full? [Pause] [Female Vocals] Don't. [Final Chorus - massive dual vocals] DON'T FEED THE CEILING! DON'T TOUCH THE STAIN! DON'T CALL THE LANDLORD, HE WON'T DO SHIT ANYWAY! DON'T FEED THE CEILING! DON'T ASK WHAT IT NEEDS! IF YOUR CEILING STARTS BREATHING— [Male + Female Vocals - screamed] MOVE OUT BEFORE IT FUCKING FEEDS! [Outro - distorted bass, fading guitar feedback] [Male Vocals - quiet] So... what happened to the landlord? [Pause] [Female Vocals] Look up. [Heavy final hit]
