[Intro] (quiet room ambiance, clean guitar arpeggio, distant whispering murmurs) Look at how they tilt their heads when I walk into the room. Like I'm a project they're grading way too soon. [Build: chaotic dissonant tapping, heavy drums crashing in] [Verse 1] (anxious, spoken-word poetry, rapid-fire cadence) Pat on the head, "Oh, you're trying your best," Condescending smiles hiding all of the rest! Every single conversation is an altitude test, Looking down from the top of a pedestal built out of contempt—! I’m a footnote in the margin of your daily routine, The smallest thing you’ve ever bothered to see! [Chorus] (screaming, maximum distortion, chaotic and raw) LOOK DOWN, LOOK DOWN, TELL ME WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! STANDING ON A CLOUD WHILE I'M CRAWLING IN THE TAR! YOU WEIGH EVERY WORD ON A RUSTED BRASS SCALE, WAITING FOR THE MINUTE THAT YOU WATCH ME FAIL! [Verse 2] (desperate, erratic tempo shifts, shifting between nervous whining and harsh yells) Do I look like a child to you? Do I look like a joke? Every piece of advice is just a thick cloud of smoke! "You'll understand when you're older," "You'll figure it out," As if my entire existence is something to doubt! I’m screaming at the ceiling, but my voice is too thin, You lock me out of the room and judge the state that I'm in—! [Bridge] (whispered, trembling, close to the mic, lonely high-pitched guitar loop) Are you happy up there? Is the air clean enough at that height? Or does everyone look like an ant until you forget they're alive? [Building intensity] *I AM RIGHT HERE! I AM NOT AN INSECT!* [Guitar Solo] (chaotic math-rock tapping, erratic rhythm changes, emotional breakdown) [Outro] (descending heavy chords, fading into ragged breathing and quiet murmurs) Keep looking down. I won't look up. [Single heavy unresolved chord] [End]
