[Music begins with a distorted, looping bassline and a tight, syncopated drum pattern. A lone, delayed guitar note rings out] [Verse 1] [Aggressive, Rhythmic Rap, almost spoken-word] Another Tuesday, same old ceiling stain Morphs into a face I can't contain Got that mental junk mail, return to sender But the postman's a ghost on a week-long bender Tries to sell me snapshots, sepia-toned dread Of every little monster I tucked into bed I chew on the moments, a bitter kind of bread 'Til the crumbs are just reasons I wish I were dead [Pre-Chorus] [Melodic, rising intensity, backing vocals enter with "oohs"] The calendar pages are stuck together with dust Every tick of the clock is a tiny betrayal of trust I'm building a bonfire from all of my yesterdays Watching the smoke signals spell out your name sideways [Chorus] [Full-on Cinematic Ballad Belting, soaring vocals] And I’m cutting the strings, let the marionettes fall! This theater of sorrow is having its last curtain call! I’m kicking the props over, smashing the lights Erasing the script from these long, haunted nights! Let the floodgates swing open, let the river run red I’m finally evicting the ghosts from my FUCKING head! RELEASED! [A heavy, down-tuned guitar riff kicks in, doubling the bassline. Drums become more powerful and aggressive] [Verse 2] [Post-Punk Revival, anxious and driving] There's a photograph curled in a box in the cellar And it’s telling a story a blind man could tell ya A counterfeit heaven, a beautiful lie With a crack in the corner resembling your eye I trace the fracture, a map to the ache For every foundation I watched you unmake It’s a chemical feeling, a phantom limb’s shake A habit I’m dying to finally break. [Pre-Chorus] [Melodic, rising intensity, harmonies become more complex] The wallpaper's peeling in patterns of doubt And I see your initials in how it peels out I'm collecting the pieces to build something new A monument dedicated to getting over you [Chorus] [Full-on Cinematic Ballad Belting, more desperate and powerful than before] And I’m cutting the strings, let the marionettes fall! This theater of sorrow is having its last curtain call! I’m kicking the props over, smashing the lights Erasing the script from these long, haunted nights! Let the floodgates swing open, let the river run red I’m finally evicting the ghosts from my FUCKING head! RELEASED! (You built the maze, you know... every wrong turn, every dead end... you handed me the map... and told me to get lost...) [Voice slowly grows stronger, more resonant] The air in my lungs was a borrowed thing A kite on a line you forgot you were holding… But the wind’s picking up… [Full-throated, raw, emotional yell] FUCK YOUR MAP, FUCK YOUR MAZE, FUCK THE GAMES THAT YOU PLAYED! I'M SNAPPING THE GODDAMN STRING! [A wall of sound erupts. Guitars, bass, and drums crash in with full force. A chaotic but melodic guitar solo plays over the top] [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] [Triumphant, powerful Belting, with layered backing vocals and ad-libs] I'VE CUT ALL THE STRINGS, WATCH THE MARIONETTES FALL! THIS THEATER OF SORROW HAS MET WITH A WRECKING BALL! I KICKED ALL THE PROPS OVER, I SMASHED ALL THE LIGHTS! I’VE REWRITTEN THE ENDING OF ALL OF THESE NIGHTS! THE FLOODGATES ARE BROKEN, THE RIVER RUNS CLEAR! EVERY GHOST THAT ONCE HAUNTED HAS NO FUCKING POWER HERE! RELEASED!
