[Style: polished studio-recorded alternative rock with aggressive nu-metal energy, gritty male vocals, massive distorted guitars, deep punchy bass, hard live drums, rapid conversational delivery, unpredictable rhythmic switches, sudden silence, whispered interruptions, stereo vocal layers, explosive shouted hooks, false endings, abrupt transitions, dark comedy, highly addictive repetitive phrases, cinematic studio production, increasingly sincere final section, no worship-song feel, no choir, no praise-and-worship instrumentation, no dubstep] [Cold Open] DON'T TOUCH THAT. Seriously. Leave it alone. You don't even know what it does. [Click] ... Well. Now we know. [RIFF] [Verse 1] Seven tabs open Eight in my head One little thought Just kicked down the door And the other six fled Hold that thought Don't let it move Don't look left Don't check your phone Don't read that sign Don't— Too late. Now we're researching How they build tunnels underwater. Why? NO IDEA. But apparently we live here now. [Whisper] Did you know— [SHOUT] NO! Don't tell me another fact! [Whisper] Okay. [Beat] ...but it's actually pretty cool. [Hook] DON'T TOUCH THAT! DON'T TOUCH THAT! YOU'RE GONNA START ANOTHER THING! DON'T TOUCH THAT! DON'T TOUCH THAT! YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED ANYTHING! One thought! Two thoughts! Three thoughts! GONE! [Hard Stop] Wait. Come back. [RIFF] [Verse 2] My brain just kicked on At eleven forty-three Fantastic timing. Everybody's asleep And suddenly I've discovered The secret to fixing me I need a notebook. No. A better notebook. No. A whiteboard. Actually— I should rearrange the room. Move the desk. Clean the shelf. Find that cord. What's this box? [Music Stops] I haven't seen this in six years. [Quiet] Well, there goes the night. [Rapid Build] Old picture Old receipt Random screw Dead battery Pocketknife Fishing lure Half a charger Twenty bucks— WAIT. TWENTY BUCKS?! [Celebration Hit] THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE! [Immediate Drop] Where'd I put the twenty bucks? [Hook] DON'T TOUCH THAT! DON'T TOUCH THAT! YOU'RE GONNA START ANOTHER THING! DON'T TOUCH THAT! DON'T TOUCH THAT! YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED ANYTHING! One thought! Two thoughts! Three thoughts! FOUR! Why am I counting?! I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE! [Breakdown] My brain wants noise When it's quiet. Quiet when there's noise. Something to do when I'm resting. Rest when there's something to do. GO! STOP! GO! STOP! GO-GO-GO-GO— [Silence] ... Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Can't move. Cool. Love that. [Heavy Riff] [Verse 3] People think distracted Means I don't pay attention. Buddy... I paid attention to EVERYTHING. Your shirt has a loose thread. That light is buzzing. Somebody outside just slammed a door. The clock is crooked. You said "basically" four times. There's a bird on the gutter. And I've been wondering for seventeen minutes whether fish get thirsty. [Beat] Do they? [Whisper] Don't look it up. [Beat] Don't. [Beat] DON'T— [Phone Unlock Sound] DAMMIT. [Hook] DON'T TOUCH THAT! DON'T TOUCH THAT! YOU'RE GONNA START ANOTHER THING! DON'T TOUCH THAT! DON'T TOUCH THAT! YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED ANYTHING! My brain's got forty-seven channels AND SOMEBODY LOST THE REMOTE! [Massive Hit] [Bridge] But sometimes... when everybody else sees a mess... I see connections. I see ten different roads where somebody else sees one. I notice the little thing. I catch the weird detail. I chase an idea way farther than I probably should. And yeah... sometimes that means I end up miles away from where I meant to go. [Quiet laugh] Story of my life. [Build] I've tried forcing this brain to march in a straight line. It doesn't. Probably never will. Some days that's funny. Some days it's exhausting. Some days I can build a whole world before lunch. Some days answering one message feels impossible. And somewhere between all those versions of me... I started noticing something. [Final Section] My attention wandered. My interests changed. My plans changed. My direction changed. Half the things I thought would define me... didn't. But every time my mind took another exit... Every time life changed lanes... Every time I woke up with no clue where I was headed next... Jesus was already there. Not yelling. Not demanding I get my head straight first. Just there. Same yesterday. Same today. Still there tomorrow. [Music Builds] So maybe my brain has forty-seven channels. Maybe somebody lost the remote. Maybe tomorrow I'll wake up obsessed with something completely different. [Pause] But underneath all that static... I've got one signal that never disappeared. [Final Hook] DON'T TOUCH THAT! [Beat] No. Actually... That one? Hold onto that. [Final Hit] [Silence] ... Hey. Do fish get thirsty?
