Our music?! Mhm sure… (@Cat_Tatto )

YOUR OWN MUSIC (INTRO — lo-fi radio static, distant clean guitar, glitching synth pulse, muffled crowd noise, spoken vocal through telephone EQ, whispered backing vocal underneath) Spoken: Every ad says the same shit— “Make YOUR music.” “Find YOUR sound.” “Create without limits.” Whispered: Without limits… Spoken: Then why the fuck do the limits keep changing? (digital error tone — hard cut into fast pop-punk drums) ⸻ VERSE 1 (165 BPM — punchy pop-punk power chords, bright distorted guitar, driving bass, snare cracking on 2 and 4, subtle glitch synth underneath) Every month there’s another little change, another fucking rule with a prettier name. Move the button, cut the feature, lock another door, tell us “nothing really changed” while you’re giving us less than before. I see the ads every goddamn day: “Make your own music! Create your own way!” YOUR music? Then why does it feel like we’re building your catalog while you’re counting the bills? (bass slides upward, drums build, guitar feedback squeal) We write the words. We bleed in the booth. We spend all fucking night trying to get it right for you. Then somebody upstairs says, “Hey, we’ve got an idea— give them less… but keep the price exactly here.” ⸻ PRE-CHORUS (half-time build, palm-muted guitars, electronic hi-hats speeding up, clean vocal layered with low scream underneath) You sold us freedom in a thirty-second ad— (screamed underneath) THEN PUT A FUCKING PAYWALL ON EVERYTHING WE HAD! You call it an upgrade, I call it moving the line. How many times can you sell me something that was already mine?! ⸻ CHORUS (170 BPM — HUGE Dead Mall Kids chorus, wide octave guitars, distorted bass, crash cymbals, synth wall, gang vocals, alternating clean and screamed lead vocals) YOU SAID, “MAKE YOUR OWN MUSIC!” Then quit making it harder to create! You keep cutting down the downloads— (GANG VOCALS) BUT YOU NEVER CUT THE RATE! Where the fuck did freedom go when creativity became a tier? “Upgrade to Premier, you’ll get a little extra here!” (BOTH VOCALS) DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH WE GIVE YOU?! DO YOU KNOW THE HOURS WE LOSE?! (SCREAMED) DON’T CALL IT OUR MUSIC WHEN YOU’RE THE ONE WHO GETS TO CHOOSE! (gang chant) OUR SONG! OUR VOICE! OUR TIME! OUR CHOICE! ⸻ VERSE 2 (155 BPM — emo/post-hardcore verse, clean arpeggiated guitar, gritty bass, glitch percussion) Three in the morning, headphones burning my ears, twenty versions deep trying to make something sincere. Change one line. Redo one take. Start again because the chorus still feels fake. We give you prompts, edits, retries, hours, turn fucking heartbreak into digital flowers. Every stupid joke, every scream, every scar, every song we build becomes another stat on your chart. And then tomorrow— another update. Another limit— another locked gate. And somehow the price never seems to fucking change. ⸻ PRE-CHORUS 2 (drums double-time, rising synth siren, vocals more aggressive) You advertise an outlet for the people with no stage— (SCREAMED) THEN SQUEEZE THE FUCKING OUTLET UNTIL THERE’S NOTHING LEFT BUT RAGE! You gave people somewhere to finally make some noise— (SCREAMED) SO WHY THE FUCK YOU ACTING LIKE CREATIVITY’S A LUXURY CHOICE?! ⸻ CHORUS 2 (180 BPM — heavier, faster, metalcore edge) YOU SAID, “MAKE YOUR OWN MUSIC!” Then quit making it harder to create! You keep cutting down the downloads— BUT YOU NEVER CUT THE RATE! Where the fuck did freedom go when creativity became a tier? “Upgrade to Premier! There’s more freedom waiting here!” (BOTH VOCALS) DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH WE GIVE YOU?! EVERY WORD AND EVERY NIGHT?! (SCREAMED) THEN FUCKING TREAT THE PEOPLE RIGHT! ⸻ BRIDGE (everything drops — clean guitar, tape hiss, mall ambience) Some kid in their bedroom with nobody they can call, writing songs because those songs might be the only thing at all that makes tomorrow feel less impossible to face. That’s what this was supposed to be. An outlet. Not another fucking marketplace. ⸻ BREAKDOWN (drop-tuned, crushing halftime) MAKE! YOUR! OWN! MUSIC! THAT’S WHAT THE FUCKING AD SAID! NOW DOWNLOADS GET CUT— BUT THE PRICE STAYS THE SAME?! FUCK THAT! UPGRADE TO PREMIER! FOR WHAT?! A LITTLE MORE FREEDOM?! YOU DON’T GET TO SELL US OUR OWN FUCKING OUTLET BACK! ⸻ FINAL CHORUS (185 BPM — full energy finale) YOU SAID, “MAKE YOUR OWN MUSIC!” THEN LET THE FUCKING PEOPLE CREATE! Stop shrinking every doorway— WHILE YOU KEEP THE FUCKING RATE! Creativity shouldn’t live behind another fucking tier! We already give you everything— OUR TIME! OUR WORK! OUR YEARS! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH WE GIVE YOU JUST TO MAKE THESE SONGS EXIST?! So don’t tell us “make YOUR music” then decide what we can do! IF IT’S REALLY FUCKING OURS— THEN LET US FUCKING CREATE IT TOO! ⸻ OUTRO (distorted tape loop, glitching notifications) “You have reached your monthly download limit.” Upgrade to Premier. How much? More. What do I get? A little extra. Pfft. FUCK YOU. (hard cut to silence)