[INTERCOM – Female Pharmacist, eerie] “ELANmoda Productions… your medication is ready for the introduction.” [INTERCOM – Store Manager, distorted] “A special request for a Scottish Angel… just because.” [Surround whispers] “There’s no turning back… you’re now stuck in ELANmoda Productions…” VERSE 1 It starts with a smile, Then I’m hearin’ you cry, Livin’ like a widow with a husband who keeps tryin’ to die. Trippin’ over air, Bottle in your grip, Brain scattered everywhere, whole life off-script. Mad Hatter fried out, talkin’ nonsense chatter, Swingin’ at ghosts like “Hey batter, batter!” Screamin’ at nothin’, think you’re callin’ a strike— Nah, you’re just fallin’ down rails every night. Thought I meant baseball? You’re not even on the map. Just piss-soaked floors And blackout naps. Mockingbirds sing louder than your truth ever hit, Wish we owned a parrot named Carrot to talk that shit— “Oh—what’s up doc?” he’d ask while you choke, Drownin’ in throw-up and your own smoke. VERSE 2 Outside in the yard, sprinklers hittin’ your face, Tell me what mattered more: The bottle? Or the night we wed, unveiling all of my lace? Bull-headed rage, heartbeat split, Droppin’ down the pit that you spit. Every night you say, “It’s fine… we’re fine…” And every night I know that’s a lie. VERSE 3 Coffee wired, wine tired, Body tangled, heart mangled. Gave you everything, Only watched you crash and angle. Thank God you weren’t prince of the ball, You’d fall on the steps then blame the wall. Pumpkin carriage? You trashed the marriage. Best thing now? Disappear. Vanish. Tires screamin’, you’re barely breathin’, Forgot the kids again this evenin’. Trying to lawyer up? Please— You used the papers to wipe your vomit, not your problems. VERSE 4 Hater by nature, wish I could toss you past the equator, Let the water spin backwards Fix your drunk behavior. Tell me you care, Tell me you know— We got kids, hello? Sit your ass near a toilet bowl, Learn what it feels like To drown in your own soul. I’m tired. I’m weak. I’m done with you. Leave now—or I’ll pack your bags too. VERSE 5 (Final Rage) Wedding crown? Keep it — you lost that sound The moment you traded vows for shots poured down. Visitations? Hell no. Kids deserve more than your show. Let me be. Don’t follow me. Kids aren’t free, clown prince wannabe. Your eyes weren’t lookin’ at me— Just the open bar behind me. Thank God you never joined the army, You’d leave them like you’re leavin’ your family. So suck it up, buttercup — The answer stays the same: F* OFF.** You ain’t seein’ me or the kids again. FINAL HITS Shut your mouth, turn around, let every lie you told crack— Rat-tat-tat-tat — The extra was for cheating on me, not sorry here — one more tat! (CLICK—BOOM) Smoke clears the air… just like that. Move over — it’s my fuckin’ time to bat. HOOK (Rap–Rock) I’m done carryin’ dead weight, No more lies on my damn plate, You drank love dry, now it’s too late— I cut the chain, I walk away, I detonate. You pushed, I snapped, You burn, I’m back, Stronger than the shit you lacked. No lookin’ over my shoulder— That bridge? Gone. Collapsed. Over. OUTRO (Abrupt Ending) [SFX: GLASS SHATTERS — sudden cut] END.
