[INTRO — clean guitar / distant feedback] [Single clean guitar notes. Low amp hum. Very sparse drums entering gradually. Vocals almost spoken, intimate, exhausted.] Some days, I envy the fish. I think the goldfish got it right. Swimming in circles a hundred times. Just swim. Eat. Sleep. Circle again. Happiness. [VERSE I — restrained / building tension] [Bass enters heavily underneath. Palm-muted guitar pulses between the vocal lines. Drums remain slow and controlled.] I look at us. We wake up. We see it. Then the mercy of forgetting. I’ve watched it happen. Monday becomes Friday. Friday becomes Monday. Monday becomes Friday. Friday becomes— MAYDAY. MAYDAY [Guitars begin opening up. Cymbal swells. Voice moves from spoken delivery into a strained scream.] [BUILD] [Half-time drums. Each line leaves more empty space.] Long enough— we remember. Just long enough to complain. Never long enough to change. I wish I could— I wish I could ! [Pause] [CHORUS — FULL BAND] [Huge distorted guitars. Wide chords. Vocals screamed with a lower backing growl on “FOR ME.”] The weight of this world is too heavy. The weight of this world is too heavy— FOR ME. Too heavy— FOR ME. [INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE — “THE CIRCLE”] [The riff becomes repetitive and mechanical.] [A short, ugly three- or four-note pattern repeats again and again without resolving, like something trapped in a loop.] [Kick drum follows the riff with machine-like precision.] [Every few repetitions, one beat disappears or shifts, making the listener feel that something is wrong while the cycle continues.] [In the background, a clean guitar plays the same fragile melody from the intro, almost buried under the distortion.] [Gradually the instruments strip away until only bass, feedback and a heartbeat-like floor tom remain.] [VERSE II — low / threatening] [Vocals return almost whispered.] I wish I could unsee it. The dot on the paint. The rage under restraint. The knife behind the curtain. The lie that keeps you sane. But it doesn't go back in. it doesn't go back in ! [ASCENT — increasingly violent] [Guitar harmonics and feedback begin filling the empty spaces.] There is an ocean somewhere. There is an ocean— EVERYWHERE. But I'm alone in this f*cking bowl !! [BREAKDOWN] [Everything stops.] [One beat of silence.] [FINAL CHORUS — slower / heavier] [Return of the chorus riff, but stronger than before. Layered screams and clean vocals.] The weight of this world is too heavy. The weight of this world is too heavy— FOR ME. TOO HEAVY— FOR ME. [OUTRO — complete exhaustion] [Instruments gradually fall away.] [Clean guitar from the intro returns.] And God, I wish I could forget. Forgetting is a gift. And I was born without it. .... Happiness... [FINAL INSTRUMENTAL] [The opening guitar figure repeats.] [Feedback slowly consumes the melody.]
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