[Mix Priority Guide] [Main vocals (lead character): +2dB (clear storytelling presence)] [Backing vocals (whispers/voices): -3dB (unsettling atmosphere)] [Dark piano motifs: -5dB (ominous foundation)] [Trap/horror beats: -4dB (driving intensity)] [808 bass: -4dB (rumbling depth)] [Orchestral strings: -6dB (tension and drama)] [Sound effects (pills, sirens, etc.): -7dB (narrative context)] [Distorted synths: -5dB (psychological unease)] [Hi-hat patterns: -8dB (anxious energy)] [Ambient pads: -9dB (unsettling background)] [Intro] (Sound of pills rattling, liquid pouring, glass clinking) Three months clean... that's what I told the judge... (Manic whisper vocals) But the voices, they never left... [Normal voice] I can still see her face when she... [Angry] SHUT UP! I'M TRYING TO THINK! [Calmer] Sorry... wasn't talking to you... (Lighter flick) Let me just... focus... [Verse 1] Tuesday night, clock reads 3:17 Another sleepless night with these demons inside my dream Her picture's still on the dresser, face scratched out with a key Every night I black out, every morning more blood on my sleeves Doctor gave me these new pills, said they'd make the voices stop But they just whisper louder now when my temperature drops I went to her sister's house yesterday just to apologize But ended up parked outside for six hours, dead in the eyes Watched her husband leave for work, counted all the windows Drew a little map of the floorplan, you know, just in case though I'm not gonna do nothin'... at least that's what I keep sayin' [Vocal changes, deeper Demonic] But we both know that's a fuckin' lie, stop playin' The trunk's got rope, tape, gloves, and a hunting knife Everything needed to erase all the wrongs in my life Her restraining order says five hundred feet minimum distance But the voices say that rules don't apply with proper persistence Stalking? Nah, I'm just makin' sure she's safe While I'm planning every detail how to make this bitch pay For taking my kids, my house, my sanity away (Manic laughter) Look what you made me do, look at what I became! [Chorus] No way out, no way back The devil's voice is all I have Blood-stained visions in my head Are they real or things I dread? No way out, no way home Demons grow when I'm alone I hear her screaming in my sleep Promises I couldn't keep [Verse 2] [Fast, agitated] Last night I snuck in through her bathroom window Cut the phone lines first, disabled the Ring doorbell, simple Watched her sleeping for an hour, breathing matching mine Could've ended it right there but the timing wasn't right I left a little souvenir though, moved her kitchen knives Rearranged her medication, just to fuck with her mind [Conversational] You think I'm crazy? Maybe you're right, probably am But sanity left when she took my kids and said I'm just like my dad [Screaming] I'M NOTHING LIKE HIM! I NEVER PUT MY HANDS ON HER! [Menacing whisper] But these thoughts I'm having now would make that bastard proud for sure [Growing tension] The hallucinations getting stronger, seeing maggots in my food Keep finding patches of her hair in my hands, but that can't be true Yesterday I woke up covered in dirt, fingernails black Can't remember where I was, twelve hours completely blacked Phone's got sixty calls to her number, none I remember making Voice messages so twisted even I was shaking [Paranoid] Think they're watching me now, unmarked car across the street Been there three days straight, they know what I'm planning beneath These homicidal thoughts are getting harder to contain Like a pressure cooker ready to blow, destroying what remains [Demonic voice] Maybe tonight's the night we finally set them free Let the monsters out to play, show her what she did to me [Bridge] [Whispered, multiple voices] Do it, do it, do it, she deserves it [Pleading] Please, I just want the voices to stop [Angry voice] THEN MAKE THEM STOP WITH YOUR HANDS [Crying] I just wanted my family back... [Cold, calculating] Then take what's yours by force [Screaming] GET OUT OF MY HEAD! [Verse 3] It's quiet now, so fucking quiet I can hear my pulse Four A.M., standing in her bedroom, no impulse To run or scream or even breathe too loud Just clarity, pure fucking clarity through the cloud Her boyfriend's body on the floor, didn't mean for that to happen He just walked in when I was sitting there, watching her sleep, imagining The look of fear when she'd wake up to see me there Now his blood's pooling on the carpet, matting in my hair She's still sleeping somehow, pills I slipped in her wine Working better than expected, buying me some time To think about what happens next in this little story of ours [Speed increases, frantic] Heart's racing faster, hands shaking, sweating by the hours The knife feels heavy now, weighted with consequence The voices arguing which parts to cut first, building suspense [Paranoid, urgent] Wait... what's that sound? Sirens? NO, TOO SOON! Neighbors must've heard the struggle, called the boys in blue Footsteps on the porch, flashlights through the blinds No back door exit, trapped like an animal inside [Building intensity] Her eyes flutter open, sees me standing over her bed The scream she lets out shatters what's left of my head Lunging forward, knife first, blackout descending The last thing I remember, her eyes wide, life ending [Outro] [Sound of police breaking door] [Confused, gurgling] The knife... it's in my stomach... not hers... Did I... did I do this to myself? [Gurgling laughter] Guess there really was... no way out... [Police radio] "We need two body bags at this location..." [Fade to end with siriens sounding]
