[Production Notes: The mix begins "narrow"—mono, centered, claustrophobic. With each refrain, pan the guitars 10% wider. By the final breakdown, the stereo field is fully wide, overwhelming the listener with a "wall of sound" to simulate the total dissolution of boundaries.] [Intro: 4 bars. High-pitched feedback squeal (sustained E note) that cuts abruptly to a dry, thudding drum beat. Kick-Kick-Snare. No hi-hats yet. It feels uncomfortably empty.] [Verse 1: Bass enters with a driving, repetitive 8th-note line. Vocals are cold, clinical, and precise.] The sink is overflowing with a grey and oily light. I’ve been staring at the wallpaper for half the goddamn night. There’s a name on my ID but it tastes like copper in my mouth. Every compass in my skull is spinning violently south. I’m a tenant in a body that I don't fucking recognize. Just a pair of hollow sockets and a curated set of lies. (Curated lies) (Everything must go) [Refrain: Explosion. Guitars slam in with heavy fuzz. Full drum kit with trashy, open cymbals. Vocals turn aggressive.] Of all the shit I’ve lost, I miss my fucking mind the most. I’m a squatter in the hallway, I’m a goddamn evicted ghost. Of all the shit I’ve lost, I miss my fucking mind the most. (I miss it most) (It’s gone) [Verse 2: 9-word limit per line. The groove slows down slightly, getting "sludgy." Feedback bleeds between lines.] Where is the exit in this hall of mirrors? (Break the glass) Memory is nothing but a goddamn oil slick. I can't tell if I am dead or high. (Who am I?) The ceiling is a mouth that wants to swallow. [Refrain: Heavier. The bass plays a counter-melody that clashes dissonantly with the guitar.] Of all the shit I’ve lost, I miss my fucking mind the most. I’m a squatter in the hallway, I’m a goddamn evicted ghost. Of all the shit I’ve lost, I miss my fucking mind the most. (Where did it go?) [Instrumental Break 1: The "Cliff." Complete silence for two beats. Then, a massive, slow-tempo riff (think Melvins/Alice in Chains) drags the song into the mud. 70 BPM.] [Verse 3: 6-word limit. Vocal is a shouted plea, fighting to be heard over the noise.] The lights are fucking flickering! (Flicker!) I forgot how to breathe. (Breathe!) Everything is just loud noise. Static screaming in the skull. (In the skull!) I am fucking empty now. [Refrain: Maximum Chaos. The guitar isn't playing chords anymore, just scraping strings. Vocal is screaming.] Of all the shit I’ve lost, I miss my fucking mind the most! I’m a squatter in the hallway, I’m a goddamn evicted ghost! Of all the shit I’ve lost, I miss my fucking mind the most! (I MISSED THE TURN!) [Instrumental Break 2: The "Broken Piano." The band drops out. A single, out-of-tune piano key is hammered rhythmically, violently, against a backdrop of amplifier hum.] [Verse 4: 3-word limit. Vocal is a raw, gutteral yelp. No melody left.] Fucking gone. (Gone) Empty head. (Empty) Where’s soul? (Where?) Not here. (No) [Outro: The full band returns for one final, discordant chord that rings out for twenty seconds. As it fades, we hear the vocalist mutter, off-mic and barely audible:] "I think I left it on the bus." [Hard cut to black silence.]
