The Cubicle of Rising Doom

[Intro - SFX & Tense Strings] (Sound of a toilet flushing, then a handle jiggling violently) (Eerie, high-pitched violin strings sustaining a single note) (Nervous breathing) [Verse 1] (Fast, anxious grindcore rhythm with barked vocals) Done my business, time to flee A simple pit stop, a moment to pee Grab the latch, give it a slide Frozen solid, trapped inside! Rattle the door, kick the wall Nobody answers to my desperate call Just four walls covered in obscene graffiti Sweat on my brow, getting palms getting sweaty. [Pre-Chorus] (Music slows down slightly, heavy bass drum kicks) Wait... what is that sound? From the porcelain hole in the ground? It shouldn't be gurgling like a dying beast... The water level just increased... [Chorus] (Symphonic blast beats – massive orchestral hits mixed with super fast drums) LOCKED IN! TRAPPED WITH THE TURDS! A SITUATION BEYOND WORDS! THE CERAMIC CHALICE BEGINS TO OVERFLOW! NOWHERE TO RUN! NOWHERE TO GO! RISING TIDE OF SOMEONE ELSE'S LUNCH! Panic sets in with a sickening crunch! [Verse 2] (Deep guttural vocals, music gets sludgy) It breaches the rim, slithering onto the floor Seeping under my shoes, I rattle the door! The stench is thicker than the air I breathe My stomach begins to violently heave Inch by inch, the brown soup ascends This is how my pathetic life ends? Drowned in a meter by meter square box Mocked by the rust on the terrible locks! [Breakdown] (Tempo drops significantly. extremely slow, heavy chugging guitars. Pig Squeals) IT. TOUCHES. MY. KNEES. [Symphonic horror screech] OH GOD PLEASE! BURBLING. RISING. SUFFOCATING. THE FINAL FLUSH IS WAITING. [Verse 3] (Chaotic, dissonant grind) Climbing on the toilet seat, a desperate last stand Trying to reach the top of the stall with my hand Slipping on slime, losing my grip Into the abyss I take a trip! [Outro] (Music fades into intense gurgling and splashing sounds, underwater effect on vocals) (Blub... blub... help... blub...) [End]