Lyrics by Jax Latour Copyright 2012 - Remade 2025 - All Rights Reserved I came in to write. Just needed a seat, a break from my own head. But the crowd’s alive... half-asleep, still loud, mugs clinking like they're keeping time. I can't focus. Can't breathe right. Every sound’s a fight. The barista's calling names like spells. I’m trapped in a cup I can’t put down. This coffeehouse... not what it seems. Zombies rising, chasing dreams. Not your quiet little bookish place. It’ll steal your thoughts and leave no trace. That guy in the corner... I think he’s been here for days. He’s not typing. He’s summoning something. And that laugh? No one made a joke. Came for peace. I got this twitch. Caffeine’s not the only glitch. Lights flick, air bends, and the sugar’s moving on its own. This coffeehouse... a spell gone wrong. Zombies mutter in a looping song. Not your cozy nook for thoughts and ink. This place will eat you before you blink. A woman’s reciting headlines into her tea like a prayer. One guy's scribbling symbols onto napkins with a butter knife. I blink... and the exit sign switches sides. Maybe I belong here now. Eyes wide, nerves shot, writing nothing down. Caught in the churn... a grind, a hiss, a place where logic doesn’t exist. This coffeehouse... you think it’s safe? It's got your name scratched in the glaze. Not your haven, not your book, Just sip once, and then you're hooked...