[intro] [Instrumental] [spoken word] It’s Sunday. Late afternoon, the kind that lingers in the space between comfort and consequence. The sun slants through the window, cutting gold lines across the table. A fan hums. Somewhere outside, a dog barks— a warning I do not yet understand. I sit. Contemplating life. Choices. Hunger. And then—like a whisper from the void— I remember. Lunch. I rise from my chair, feet dragging, heavy with the weight of the unknown. The fridge door yawns open, cold air rolling out like a bad omen. And there it sits. A simple thing. A sandwich. Egg salad. Two slices of wheat bread. A filling—pale, lumpy, suspicious. I made it this morning. Or was it yesterday? Time is a blur. I should’ve questioned it. Should’ve looked it in the eye and asked, "Are you friend? Or are you foe?" But I was hungry. Desperate. Blinded by my own need. So I took it. Sat down. Held it in my hands, the weight of my future resting between my fingers. And I ate. The first bite— soft, familiar, a lie wrapped in nostalgia. The second— a warning, ignored. The third— a decision I can never undo. And then… [Break] A feeling. Not hunger. Not satisfaction. Something darker. Something old. Something lurking just beneath the surface. My stomach groans, a deep, guttural sound— like an animal waking from a long, restless sleep. A cramp—sharp, sudden, cutting through me like a jagged truth. My breath hitches. A bead of sweat forms at my temple. I swallow hard. I know this feeling. I know it too well. This is war. I stand. A tremor in my legs. A race against time. One step. Two. But fate is cruel. I freeze. Eyes wide. A moment too late. The betrayal is swift. Unforgiving. [Break] I have lost. I have lost to the Egg Salad Sandwich. A warmth spreads where warmth should never be. A weight. A realization. This is my truth now. My identity. My burden to bear. I stare at the floor, unblinking. The world has changed. I have changed. Outside, the birds still sing. The sun still shines. But I? I am a man undone. [Hook] [female singer] [bel canto] Ooooohhh, whyyyy did I trust the bread? Why did I take that bite? Ohhh, my body… has abandoned meeee… [Break] [Spoken word] Some men climb mountains. Some change the world. But I? I have soiled my pants… on a Sunday afternoon… because of an Egg Salad Sandwich. And I will never be the same. --- (And scene.) [End]