[Intro] (packing tape sliding and ripping, cardboard boxes collapsing, cold empty room echo) Paper taped to the front door. Thirty days turned into twenty-four hours. [Build: chaotic dissonant tapping, heavy drums crashing in] [Verse 1] (anxious, spoken-word poetry, rapid-fire cadence) Screws coming out of the drywall, posters ripped at the seams, Folding up twenty-two years into garbage bags and broken dreams! Landlord standing at the curb with a stopwatch and a key, Auditing the square footage of who I used to be! Every stain on the carpet is a memory I gotta erase, Scraping off my identity just to leave a blank space—! [Chorus] (screaming, maximum distortion, chaotic and raw) VACATE THE PREMISES! PACK IT UP AND LEAVE! THEY GAVE US A DATE AND A NOTICE TO GRIEVE! HAND OVER THE KEYS TO A PLACED YOU CALLED HOME, CAST OUT IN THE STREET WITH NOWHERE TO ROAM! [Verse 2] (desperate, erratic tempo shifts, shifting between nervous whining and harsh yells) Trunk won't close on the mattress, couch sitting in the rain, Trading shelter for a backseat and a whole lot of pain! "You don't live here anymore," says the lock on the door, While I’m looking through the window at the scuffs on the floor! How do you move on when your roots are torn raw? Standing on the driveway breaking every unwritten law—! [Bridge] (whispered, trembling, close to the mic, lonely high-pitched guitar loop) Look at the empty room. It doesn't even remember your voice. It's just drywall and paint waiting for the next tenant. [Building intensity] *GET OUT! GET OUT! YOU DON'T BELONG HERE!* [Guitar Solo] (chaotic math-rock tapping, erratic rhythm changes, emotional breakdown) [Outro] (descending heavy chords, fading into a car door slamming and engine starting) Turn the key. Drive away. [Single heavy unresolved chord] [End]
