[Intro – aggressive jagged punk riff, pounding drums, distorted bass] [Verse 1 – fast snarling female punk vocal] Conversation's going badly. Could've seen that from the start. Every sentence finds another little button we can push. You say something fucking stupid. I inhale and count to three. There's a perfectly good answer that would end this peacefully. Could say, “Fine.” Could say, “Whatever.” Could just turn and walk away. Then my brain produces something I absolutely shouldn't say. It's precise. It's devastating. It's unnecessarily mean. And the worst part? It's so fucking good I know exactly what it means. [Pre-Chorus – building aggression] Don't say it. Leave it. Nothing good can come from this. I've still got time to stop— [Shout-sung] FUCK IT. LET'S SEE WHAT HAPPENS. [Chorus – explosive hardcore punk vocal] MAKE IT WORSE! FUCK IT! MAKE IT WORSE! IF WE'RE ALREADY IN THE FIRE, THROW THE FUCKING CURTAINS FIRST! MAKE IT WORSE! WE COULD END THIS CIVILISED! BUT I'VE GOT ONE MORE FUCKING SENTENCE— AND IT'S PERFECTLY DESIGNED! [Fast abrasive guitar riff] [Verse 2 – rapid aggressive shout-rap] There it goes! Room goes silent! Oh, that landed beautifully! Your face just did a fucking thing I wish I'd caught on DVD! Now you've got another answer! I've got three before you're done! Every exit from this argument is disappearing one by one! COULD DE-ESCALATE! DON'T WANT TO! COULD APOLOGISE! NOT YET! COULD ACKNOWLEDGE WE'RE BOTH ANGRY! I'VE GOT SOMETHING BETTER LEFT! You go low. I go lower. You get personal. Great! If we're digging through the basement— [Growled shout] LET'S SEE HOW DEEP THIS FUCKER GOES! [Chorus – heavier] MAKE IT WORSE! FUCK IT! MAKE IT WORSE! TAKE A MANAGEABLE DISASTER AND MAKE SURE IT FUCKING HURTS! MAKE IT WORSE! BURN THE EXIT ON THE WAY! WE COULD BOTH JUST STOP RIGHT NOW— [Harsh shout] BUT WHERE'S THE FUN IN THAT TODAY?! [Instrumental Break – frantic drums, jagged guitar, filthy bass] [Bridge – heavy half-time riff, controlled raspy vocal] There is still a way out. I could shut my mouth. I could let this end. I could be the bigger person. I could take a breath. I could choose my words. I could— [Full stop] ...nah. [Band explodes] [Extended Fast Shout-Rap] FUCK THE HIGH ROAD! FUCK THE EXIT! FUCK PRETENDING THIS IS FINE! YOU'VE BEEN DANCING ROUND THE SUBJECT! LET ME DRAW THE FUCKING LINE! HERE'S THE THING YOU DIDN'T MENTION! HERE'S THE PART YOU LEFT OUT CLEAN! HERE'S THE LITTLE CONTRADICTION SITTING RIGHT BETWEEN YOUR TEETH! NOW WE'RE SHOUTING! NOW WE'RE PACING! NOW THE CHAIRS ARE IN THE WAY! SOMEONE SHOULD'VE STOPPED THIS ARGUMENT ABOUT TEN FUCKING MINUTES AGO! BUT YOU HAD ONE MORE POINT! I HAD ONE MORE TOO! YOU SAID, “DO YOU REALLY WANNA GO THERE?” [Growled shout] YES! I FUCKING DO! [Breakdown – crushing half-time punk rhythm] Could've been mature. Could've walked away. Could've saved us both the trouble. [Low growl] Didn't. [Drums accelerate] [Final Chorus – massive scream-sung punk vocal] MAKE IT WORSE! FUCK IT! MAKE IT WORSE! IF WE'RE ALREADY IN THE FIRE, THROW THE FUCKING CURTAINS FIRST! MAKE IT WORSE! THERE'S NO HIGHER GROUND IN SIGHT! WE HAD EVERY CHANCE TO END THIS— SO WE FUCKED UP EVERY SINGLE ONE TONIGHT! MAKE IT WORSE! ONE MORE SENTENCE! ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE LINE! [Harsh scream] IF WE'RE GONNA FUCK THIS UP— LET'S FUCK IT UP PROPERLY THIS TIME! [Final violent riff] [Outro – exhausted melodic vocal] Well. That went badly. Worth it? ... Ask me tomorrow.
