[Intro] (streetlights flickering on, distant crickets, heavy running footsteps on pavement, winded breathing) Seven-forty-five. The orange glow on the asphalt means I'm out of time. [Build: chaotic dissonant tapping, heavy drums crashing in] [Verse 1] (anxious, spoken-word poetry, rapid-fire cadence) Cutting through the neighbor’s lawn, sprint through the cul-de-sac, Looking over my shoulder at the shadows creeping up my back! Streetlamps buzz like a countdown clock, flickering into life, If I miss this curfew, every conversation becomes a knife! Counting down the porch lights, measuring the stride, Running from the dark and all the things that live inside! [Chorus] (screaming, maximum distortion, chaotic and raw) BE HOME BEFORE DARK! BE HOME BEFORE THE LIGHTS COME ON! ONE MINUTE LATE AND EVERYTHING I BUILT IS GONE! THE SUN IS SINKING AND THE SHADOWS ARE TALL, RUNNING FOR MY LIFE DOWN A SUBURBAN HALL! [Verse 2] (desperate, erratic tempo shifts, shifting between nervous whining and harsh yells) Jingle of my house keys shaking in a frozen fist, Checking my watch for a deadline that I almost missed! "Where have you been?" waiting behind the screen door, Footsteps echoing heavy across the linoleum floor! I’m gasping for air on the front porch step, Paying for every single second that I couldn't accept—! [Bridge] (whispered, trembling, close to the mic, heavy panting, lonely high-pitched guitar loop) Hand on the doorknob. Breathe. Straighten your shirt. Don't let them see you sweating. Don't let them know you were scared of the dark. [Building intensity] *THE LIGHT IS OUT! I MADE IT BUT I'M STILL TRAPPED!* [Guitar Solo] (chaotic math-rock tapping, erratic rhythm changes, emotional breakdown) [Outro] (descending heavy chords, fading into a porch light hum and a front door closing shut
