Mall Massage Chair Exorcism

[Verse 1] I sit, I swipe, chair eats me whole, vinyl breath hot, coins for soul. Back rollers grind last week’s sin, arm sleeves slick—slide me in. [Pre-Chorus] Grease halo, static kiss, I whisper “clean me,” chair says “hiss.” [Chorus] Mall massage chair exorcism—shake it loose, ghosts of coupons scream like juice. If comfort’s hell, then cast me out— thirty minutes, foam and shout. [Post-Chorus] Ha—hah—ha—don’t puke—hold—grin. [Verse 2] Teen with smoothie films my shame, straw squeals, sugar spells my name. Gum grave clings to denim seam, I feel the mall crawl up my spleen. [Pre-Chorus] Receipt ribbon crowns my head, loyalty points for the dead. [Break / Build] (Attendant:) “No refunds.” (Janitor:) “Again?” Stroller squeaks. Drum of feet. Pulse builds. [Drop] (Mall PA barks:) “ATTENTION GUESTS: DO NOT KICK THE CHAIRS.” (beat drops out—then slams back twice as hard) [Verse 3] Seat clamps down, I levitate, brace for impact—fate-on-plate. Something cold licks up my spine, escalator hum becomes a shrine. [Bridge / Rap] Left thigh—right thigh—grit, don’t cry, mouth says “ow,” brain says “why.” I chant “out—out”—chair goes “in,” mall gods laugh, I shed my skin. [Verse 4] Kiosk lady throws a mint, fortune reads “you pay for lint.” I spit the flavor, swallow pride, swipe again—the demon rides. [Double Chorus] Mall massage chair exorcism—shake it loose, ghosts of coupons scream like juice. If comfort’s hell, then cast me out— thirty minutes, foam and shout. Mall massage chair catechism—knees confess, sticky gospel, holy mess. I rise reborn, mall-juice crowned— walk like sin just left the ground. [Tag / Outro] (Mall PA, soft:) “Have a pleasant day.” I nod, leak soy sauce tears, and glide.