[Intro – muted guitar picking, soft analog synth pad, tight snare pulse] [Intro – dry female vocals, conversational tone] Woke up to the sound of my phone confessing That I spent eight hours in a black mirror blessing. To-do lists screaming like prophets on fire, And the coffee tastes like a parking fine. [Verse 1 – crunchy guitar joins, drums steady and sharp] [Verse 1 – vocals clear but restrained] They sell ambition in neon pills, I took two and skipped the thrill. My shoes remember every hallway crack, But my name badge still spells me wrong. That’s that. [Pre-Chorus – bass drops in, backing vocals echo key words] [Pre-Chorus – building tension] Everyone’s running to stand still, Smiling like unpaid bills. They tell me “progress” means less sleep— Then ask why I grind my teeth. [Chorus – full band, bright distorted guitar, driving rhythm, melodic hook] [Chorus – energetic, urgent tone] So I paint the exit on my wall, In colors they forgot to install. No map, no boss, no morning song— Just me deciding where I belong. I won't wait for a green light lie, I'm already halfway through goodbye. Not broken—just redesigned. I’m out the loop, and that’s just fine. [Verse 2 – guitar riffs tighter, synth arpeggio added for motion] [Verse 2 – more animated delivery] The elevator chants its daily creed, “Ground floor or bust—dreams don’t breed.” I typed my soul into spreadsheets cold, And no one noticed I was getting old. [Bridge – drops to vocal + synth only, slow build] [Bridge – intimate tone] I’m not angry, just unamused. At how they make apathy look like news. If the system’s sacred, let it kneel— I’m taking off my training wheels. [Guitar solo – expressive, melodic, not flashy] [Final Chorus – instruments hit harder, layered backing vocals] [Chorus – more defiant, triumphant energy] So I paint the exit with both hands, Across the plans and brand demands. No applause, no final act— Just me not looking back. I won’t clock in to vanish slow, I’ve got my name, and now I go. Not broken—just redesigned. I cut the script. I draw the line. [Outro – fades out on looped guitar motif and ambient city sounds, as if walking away]
