[Intro] (quiet room ambiance, lonely clean guitar arpeggio, ticking clock) There’s an empty chair at the head of a table I don’t even live at anymore. [Build: chaotic dissonant tapping, heavy drums crashing in] [Verse 1] (anxious, spoken-word poetry, rapid-fire cadence) Passed down a box of photographs of strangers that I used to call 'Mom' and 'Dad', Now I’m auditing every single memory of things I never really had! Who am I supposed to ask when the world gets too heavy to hold? Left out in the cold with a blueprint written in invisible ink, And nobody’s steering the boat as it’s starting to sink! [Chorus] (screaming, maximum distortion, chaotic and raw) LEFT WITHOUT AN ANCHOR, LEFT WITHOUT A NAME! Taking all the collateral for someone else's game! THEY TURNED INTO GHOSTS AND THEY LEFT ME THE KEYS, TO A HOUSE MADE OF ASH AND EMPTY DEGREES! [Verse 2] (desperate, erratic tempo shifts, shifting between nervous whining and harsh yells) People talk about parents like it’s an anchor or a shield, I’m just standing in a minefield trying to heal! Orphaned by time or orphaned by choice, Either way I’m screaming just to hear my own voice—! Who signs the paper? Who checks if I'm breathing? Everyone I’ve ever loved has a habit of leaving! [Bridge] (whispered, trembling, close to the mic, lonely high-pitched guitar loop) Look at the table. Two plates too many. Are you proud of the way I turned out? Or are you just... gone? [Building intensity] *NOBODY CAME BACK! NOBODY IS COMING BACK!* [Guitar Solo] (chaotic math-rock tapping, erratic rhythm changes, emotional breakdown) [Outro] (descending heavy chords, fading into ragged breathing and silence) Just me. Just the quiet. [Single heavy unresolved chord] [End]
