**[INTRO – loud mid-80s heartland studio rock, around 116 BPM; huge dry acoustic drums, driving electric bass, ringing electric rhythm guitars, bright piano chords, warm analog synth pad; immediate forward motion, polished studio sound, no crowd noise, no live ambience]** **Verse 1** **[Gritty male baritone, forceful but conversational; tight drums and muted guitar pulse underneath, piano answering between lines]** I wake up in the same old rooms, same cracks running through the paint. Same doors I meant to leave behind, same reasons telling me to wait. Brick by brick, year after year, I built these walls around my name. I thought they’d keep the damage out— now they’re holding me the same. **Pre-Chorus** **[Drums push harder, guitars widen, piano rises; vocal becomes more urgent]** They used to feel like shelter. Now they’re leaning on my chest. I can’t see where the road goes. I can’t see the west. **Chorus** **[Big, loud, melodic studio-rock chorus; full drums, wide guitars, pounding piano, analog synth support, strong backing harmonies; powerful but controlled]** I’m stuck— behind the walls I made. Too high to climb, too thick to break. They block the sky, they steal the view. I can’t see the horizon I was trying to get to. Maybe I’ve gotta blow it all apart, turn every stone into dust. But if I bring these walls down— who cleans up after us? **[SHORT GUITAR TURN – 2 bars, sharp melodic electric-guitar figure over pounding piano and drums]** **Verse 2** **[Same driving pulse, vocal rougher and more desperate; bass more melodic, guitars brighter]** I know every inch of this prison, every shadow, every sound. I know which walls will shake a little and which ones won’t come down. Sometimes I think one violent spark could split the whole thing wide. Leave the bricks across the floor and finally let daylight inside. But rubble has a memory. It knows the shape it used to be. What if someone stacks it up again and calls another wall “security”? **Pre-Chorus 2** **[Brief drop in guitar density, drums remain firm; piano prominent]** I don’t need another shelter. I don’t need another cage. I need something with no ceiling. I need empty space. **Chorus** **[Full-band return, stronger backing vocals and guitar layers, no slowdown]** I’m stuck— behind the walls I made. Too high to climb, too thick to break. They block the sky, they steal the view. I can’t see the horizon I was trying to get to. Maybe I’ve gotta blow it all apart, turn every stone into dust. But if I bring these walls down— who cleans up after us? **Bridge** **[Half the guitars drop out; drums become heavy and spacious, piano and synth hold wide chords; vocal exposed and intense]** I don’t want another fortress built from pieces of the old. I don’t want another lifetime calling fear a place to hold. If I break, let me break open. If I fall, let me fall through. No more walls behind me. No more walls in front of the view. **[BUILD – toms rise, piano pounds steady eighth notes, guitars return layer by layer]** **Final Chorus** **[Largest section; full drums, ringing guitars, strong piano, melodic bass, wide synth pad, stacked male harmonies; raw studio power, not live]** I’m stuck— but I’m done standing still. If the walls won’t come down, then maybe I will. I’ll shake every stone, I’ll tear through the blue— I want a life with no borders between me and the view. And if the whole thing falls around me, if I’m standing in the dust— don’t build me another wall. Leave the rubble. Leave the sky. Leave enough room for a life without walls. **Outro** **[Drums and guitars hit one final sustained chord; piano continues alone for two bars, then a warm electric-guitar note rings into silence]** No more walls. Just horizon.
