[Intro – immediate violent punk riff, pounding drums, distorted bass] [Verse 1 – very fast snarling female punk vocal] They handed me a timeline before I knew what time meant, Little boxes, little milestones, little measures of achievement. Do this first, then do that, don't fall behind the pack, Pick a road at seventeen and never fucking double back. Get the grades, get the job, get a ladder, start to climb, Find somebody, settle down, better do it all on time. Save your money, build a future, make decisions that look smart— Funny how nobody ever fucking asked me where I wanted to start. [Pre-Chorus – aggressive rhythmic build] Every arrow points forward. Every sign says GO. Everybody knows the way— [Shout-sung] BUT NOBODY KNOWS WHERE THE FUCK I WANNA GO! [Chorus – explosive hardcore punk vocal] BURN THE MAP! BURN THE FUCKING MAP! I'M DONE FOLLOWING A ROAD JUST 'CAUSE SOMEBODY DREW THE TRACK! BURN THE MAP! LET THE WHOLE THING TURN TO BLACK! IF I'M GONNA GET FUCKING LOST— [Harsh shout] I'LL GET LOST BY MYSELF! [Fast riff] [Verse 2 – dense rapid shout-rap] Apparently I'm late now, late for what, nobody says, Just a vague collective panic that I'm falling off the edge. Should've done more! Should've known! Should've built myself a throne! Should've picked a fucking destination before I'd even grown! Should be richer! Should be wiser! Should be calmer! Should be nicer! Should've turned each fucking year into another rung that takes me higher! Higher where? Toward fucking what? Who decided that's the top? Why's everybody climbing when nobody gets to stop?! [Rapid Shout-Rap] YOU GOT A HOUSE? GET A BIGGER ONE! GOT A JOB? GET A BETTER ONE! GOT SOME MONEY? MAKE ANOTHER FUCKING NUMBER TILL THE NUMBER'S NEVER DONE! GOT A LIFE? OPTIMISE IT! GOT A HOBBY? MONETISE IT! GOT A SECOND JUST TO BREATHE? BETTER FUCKING UTILISE IT! TURN YOURSELF INTO A PROJECT! TRACK THE PROGRESS! DRAW THE CHART! MAKE YOUR WHOLE EXISTENCE LOOK PRODUCTIVE FROM THE START! [Harsh shout] AND THEN YOU FUCKING DIE WITH EVERY BOX TICKED OFF! [Hard stop into distorted bass] [Chorus – heavier] BURN THE MAP! BURN THE FUCKING MAP! I'M DONE FOLLOWING A ROAD JUST 'CAUSE SOMEBODY DREW THE TRACK! BURN THE MAP! LET THE WHOLE THING TURN TO BLACK! IF I'M GONNA GET FUCKING LOST— I'LL GET LOST BY MYSELF! [Instrumental Break – frantic punk drums, abrasive guitar riff] [Bridge – heavy half-time punk rhythm, low raspy female vocal] Maybe I don't want your finish line. Maybe I don't care who got there first. Maybe changing direction isn't failure. Maybe standing still isn't worse. Maybe I can build a life that looks completely fucking wrong to everybody standing somewhere I never wanted to belong. [Drums begin accelerating] [Female vocal – increasingly aggressive] So keep your milestones. Keep your arrows. Keep your neat little route. Keep telling me I'm fucking lost. [Harsh growl] I'M STARTING TO THINK THAT'S THE POINT. [Full band explodes] [Extended Fast Shout-Rap – relentless, breathless, increasingly furious] I'M DONE WITH THE FIVE-YEAR TEN-YEAR WHERE-DO-YOU-SEE-YOURSELF PLAN! DONE TURNING EVERY FUCKING DREAM INTO A MARKETABLE BRAND! DONE MEASURING MY LIFE BY SOMEBODY ELSE'S CLOCK! DONE RUNNING UP A STAIRCASE JUST BECAUSE IT DOESN'T STOP! I DON'T NEED A FUCKING TITLE TO EXPLAIN WHAT I AM WORTH! I DON'T NEED A LITTLE CHECKLIST FOR MY TIME HERE ON THIS EARTH! I DON'T NEED YOUR APPROVAL WHEN I CHANGE MY FUCKING MIND! I'D RATHER TAKE A ROAD TO NOWHERE THAN YOUR HIGHWAY BUILT ON TIME! YOU CAN CALL IT WASTED POTENTIAL! CALL IT LAZY! CALL IT FEAR! CALL ME THIRTY YEARS BEHIND YOU LIKE THERE'S SOMEWHERE I SHOULD BE! CALL IT STUPID! CALL IT FAILURE! CALL IT THROWING THINGS AWAY! [Harsh scream] BUT AT LEAST THE FUCKING FOOTSTEPS ON THIS ROAD WILL ALL BE MINE! [Half-time breakdown] [Female growl] No route. [Heavy hit] No deadline. [Heavy hit] No finish line. [Heavy hit] No fucking permission. [Music accelerates violently] [Final Chorus – massive scream-sung punk vocal] BURN THE MAP! BURN THE FUCKING MAP! LET THE ASH FALL ON THE ROAD AND DON'T YOU FUCKING LOOK BACK! BURN THE MAP! I DON'T NEED YOUR WAY BACK! IF I END UP SOMEWHERE DIFFERENT— [Harsh scream] GOOD! THAT'S WHERE I FUCKING MEANT TO GO! [Final rapid section] NO CLOCK! NO TRACK! NO FUCKING TURNING BACK! NO PLAN! NO PATH! NO FUCKING MAP! [Final Chorus Tag] BURN! THE! FUCKING! MAP! [Immediate cut]
