(Tempo: 160 BPM. Distorted guitars, driving snare, raw energy. The verses are snarled by a male vocal; the chorus is a wall of sound with high-energy female vocals.) **(Intro)** (Feedback squeal. A sudden, crashing drum fill. A jagged, descending guitar riff that feels like falling down a flight of stairs.) **(Verse 1)** (Male vocals: Spat out, fast, conversational but aggressive) I kept the receipt for the bridge that you burned I’m counting the lessons you never quite learned You played the high card, you played the whole deck While you were the anchor, I was the wreck Now you’re standing there with your polished silver tongue And a victory song that’s already been sung Go on, take the trophy, take the gold-plated lie I’m just the guy watching the ink run dry. **(Chorus)** (Female vocals: Powerhouse, melodic but gritty, soaring over the noise) CASH IT IN! Tear the ribbon from the prize! YOU WIN! With those vacant, vacant eyes! You get the crown, you get the throne But you’re reigning in a wasteland, all alone! Yeah, you win! But look at what you lose! (Screamed) LOOK AT WHAT YOU LOSE! **(Verse 2)** (Male vocals: Sarcastic, building in intensity) The podium’s shaking, the crowd’s gone home You’re the king of a mountain of Styrofoam You cut all the ties just to clear out the way Now you’ve got nothing left for the winner to say Did you check the fine print? Did you read the clause? The applause is just silence in a momentary pause You climbed the ladder, you reached the top shelf Now you’re trapped in a room with nobody but yourself. **(Chorus)** (Female vocals: Full throttle, anthemic) CASH IT IN! Tear the ribbon from the prize! YOU WIN! With those vacant, vacant eyes! You get the crown, you get the throne But you’re reigning in a wasteland, all alone! Yeah, you win! But look at what you lose! (Screamed) LOOK AT WHAT YOU LOSE! **(Bridge)** (Instruments drop to just bass and a steady, thumping kick drum. Male and female vocals alternate in a call-and-response) (Male) The gold is peeling. (Female) It’s just paint! (Male) The deal is closing. (Female) It’s a faint! (Male) You got the trophy. (Female) It’s hollow inside! (Both) NOWHERE TO RUN! NOWHERE TO HIDE! (Guitars explode back in) ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! **(Guitar Solo)** (Fast, messy, chaotic. Lots of bends and feedback. No polish, just raw aggression.) **(Final Chorus)** (Female vocals: Absolute maximum volume, layering harmonies) CASH IT IN! Tear the ribbon from the prize! YOU WIN! With those vacant, vacant eyes! You get the crown, you get the throne But you’re reigning in a wasteland, all alone! Yeah, you win! But look at what you lose! (Screamed) YOU LOSE! YOU LOSE! YOU LOSE! **(Outro)** (Slowing down into a heavy, sludge-like riff) (Male vocal: A whisper/snarl) Congratulations. (Female vocal: A scream) YOU’RE NOTHING! (Final crash. Immediate silence.)
