[Intro – immediate fast jagged punk riff, pounding drums, distorted bass] [Verse 1 – fast snarling female punk vocal] There's a button on the wall. Don't know what the button does. Could just leave the fucking button. That's what normal people— [Sharp guitar hit] Buzz. Too late. Finger did it. Brain is catching up behind. Nothing happened. Bit disappointing. Probably press it one more time. See a gap between two railings. Could I fit? I probably can. Common sense begins explaining— body's halfway through the plan. Now I'm stuck around the shoulders, wondering how this came to be. Every bad idea starts with: [Shout-sung] “HOW HARD COULD IT FUCKING BE?!” [Pre-Chorus – accelerating] Think it through! Take your time! Maybe wait and calculate! Excellent advice! One small issue— [Harsh shout] IT ARRIVED FOUR SECONDS LATE! [Chorus – explosive hardcore punk vocal] BRAIN SAYS GO! COMMON SENSE SAYS WAIT! COMMON SENSE WAS FOUR FUCKING SECONDS LATE! BRAIN SAYS GO! BODY'S ALREADY THERE! BY THE TIME I THINK “THIS MIGHT BE STUPID”— I'M HALFWAY UP THE FUCKING STAIRS! [Fast riff] [Verse 2 – dense rapid shout-rap] WHAT'S BEHIND THAT LITTLE DOOR? WHERE'S THAT PATH GO? WHAT'S THIS FOR? CAN I CLIMB IT? CAN I MOVE IT? WHAT'S THE WORST THAT THIS COULD DO? SHOULD I TOUCH IT? PROBABLY NOT! TOUCHED IT! FUCK! THE THING IS HOT! Every fucking observation turns immediately into a test! Curiosity gets one second! Self-control can have the rest! Could I jump that little puddle? Yes. Could I jump it wearing these? Apparently we're gathering experimental evidence! Take three steps! Commit too hard! Realise halfway through the air— [Harsh shout] THAT PUDDLE WAS A FUCKING LAKE FROM HERE! [Chorus – heavier] BRAIN SAYS GO! COMMON SENSE SAYS WAIT! COMMON SENSE WAS FOUR FUCKING SECONDS LATE! BRAIN SAYS GO! NO PLAN, JUST COMMIT! IF THERE'S A CHOICE BETWEEN “LEAVE IT ALONE” AND “FIND OUT”— I'M FINDING OUT WHAT THE FUCK IT IS! [Instrumental Break – frantic guitar lead, fast bass and drums] [Bridge – heavy rhythmic punk, raspy melodic vocal] I do possess good judgement. I've seen it now and then. Usually arriving just behind me saying, “Not again.” It makes compelling arguments. It brings evidence and facts. Unfortunately by the time it speaks— [Growled shout] WE'RE DEALING WITH THE AFTERMATH! [Drums accelerate] [Extended Fast Shout-Rap] SEE A SIGN THAT SAYS DON'T ENTER! NOW I WANNA KNOW WHAT'S THERE! SEE A CHAIR THAT LOOKS UNSTABLE! NOW I'M LEANING BACK IN THE CHAIR! SEE A SWITCH WITH NO DESCRIPTION! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DESIGN THAT?! IF YOU DIDN'T WANT ME FLIPPING IT, YOU SHOULD'VE PUT A FUCKING SIGN THERE! WAIT— THERE IS A SIGN. FINE! THAT MAKES THIS SIGNIFICANTLY WORSE! BUT THE HAND IS ALREADY MOVING AND THE BRAIN HAS LEFT THE VERSE! ONE IDEA! ZERO PAUSE! ACTION FIRST! CONSIDER CAUSE! EVERY CONSEQUENCE ARRIVES LIKE SOME COMPLETELY UNRELATED FORCE! [Breakdown – crushing half-time punk riff] Should I? No. Will I? [Low growl] Already did. [Full band explodes] [Final Chorus – massive scream-sung punk vocal] BRAIN SAYS GO! COMMON SENSE SAYS WAIT! COMMON SENSE IS FOUR FUCKING SECONDS LATE! BRAIN SAYS GO! BODY'S OUT THE FUCKING GATE! I'M NOT SAYING I DON'T THINK THINGS THROUGH— [Harsh shout] I THINK THEM THROUGH IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE MISTAKE! BRAIN SAYS GO! HERE WE FUCKING GO! [Final frantic riff] [Outro – breathless melodic vocal] Learned my lesson. Absolutely. Anyway— what's this button do? [Final hit]
