[Intro - Beach ambience] [Ukulele, gulls, waves] I should be working. I have papers. Projects. REE-search. Deadlines. Instead— I wrote another song about people. [Record scratch] Again. [Surf Rock Drop] [Verse 1] Got me turning every feeling Into rhythm, rhyme and drums, While a mountain full of papers Sits there asking if I'll come. Twenty tabs and seven projects, Notes spread halfway through the room, But somebody hurt my feelings— Now I'm producing track number two. Nope. Close the file. Kill the phone. Put the emotional archaeology down. I've spent too long being a tourist Inside everybody else's town. [Pre-Chorus - Ska] I'm checking out! No forwarding address! If drama knocks— Tell drama I'm at the beach. [Chorus - Tropical Pop] I'm taking a vacation from everybody, Sunshine on a world gone strange. Salt air, headphones, cold drink, no meetings, Let somebody else explain. I've been visiting everybody's universe, Trying to understand their pain. This summer I'm going home to mine— And maybe I'm gonna stay. [Verse 2 - Funky Rap] Load the console. COD soldier. Drop me somewhere digital. No emotional negotiations, Just objectives on the visual. Then Lego Batman— Switch the character. Whole Bat-family in rotation. Cape on, cave open, Save Gotham without a conversation. Then James Bond, First Light, Crata Repoa on the screen. Give me espionage and gadgets, Anything but “What did you mean?” No subtweets. No long texts. No courtroom made of feelings. Just me defeating fictional villains Who admit that they're the villains. [Chorus] I'm taking a vacation from everybody, Palm trees over social decay. Let the ocean drown the notifications. Let the sunset end the day. I've been carrying everybody's universe. I'm putting that suitcase away. Maybe I'll come back in twenty-seven. Maybe. Ask me another day. [Genre Switch - Yacht Rock] Ooooh— Movies stacked high, Shows for the year. Nobody arguing Inside my ear. Cold room, late night, Controller glow. Where did the hermit go? [Choir] Nobody knows. [Drum-and-Bass Drop] [Fast Rap] People irked me into isolation, Social battery incineration. Too much drama, too much interpretation, Too many unpaid jobs in emotional mediation. I don't hate people. That's the funny part. Love my neighbor, pray for enemies, guard my heart. But I don't have to enter every burning house Just because somebody screams my name from the dark. Sometimes wisdom looks like distance. Sometimes peace looks like “not today.” Sometimes loving everybody Means getting completely out the way. [Metalcore Breakdown] NO MORE— BEING A GUEST IN EVERYBODY ELSE'S HEAD! NO MORE— LOSING MY HOURS TO THINGS I NEVER SAID! MY WORK IS WAITING! MY MIND NEEDS AIR! AND IF THE WORLD WANTS CHAOS— IT CAN HAVE SOME WITHOUT ME THERE! [Sudden Beach Music Returns] [Whistling] Anyway... Who wants lemonade? [Chorus - Huge Happy Gang Vocals] VACATION FROM EVERYBODY! [Gang] EVERYBODY! Sun on the water, feet in the sand. VACATION FROM EVERYBODY! [Gang] EVERYBODY! Controller and a ridiculous plan. If the papers wait till Monday— Well... Monday better understand. I'm not saving every universe. Tonight I'm saving Batman. [Bridge - Dark Synthwave] But sometimes late beneath the neon I still watch the nations move. Hear men promising tomorrow, Hear the language of false peace bloom. Maybe twenty-eight looks strange. Maybe it doesn't. I won't pretend I know. No date circled on my calendar Can command the seals to go. [Music darkens] The Lamb opens the seals. Not me. Not headlines. Not fear. Not speculation dressed as certainty. [Slow Gospel Build] So I'll watch. I'll pray. I'll work. I'll rest. I'll keep my lamp from feeding panic. Tomorrow belongs to God. My job is faithfulness today. [Final Chorus - Surf Rock + Choir + Metal Drums] I'm taking a vacation from everybody, But I haven't abandoned love. I just finally learned I'm not required To carry every world above. Maybe twenty-seven finds me writing. Maybe I'm still clearing games. Maybe the whole world changes shape— Jesus Christ remains the same. So give me summer. Give me silence. Give me work when rest is through. Give me wisdom for the darkness— And a little Batman too. [Outro - Waves] [Spoken] Papers? Tomorrow. People? Prayerfully... later. Prophecy? No date-setting. Gaming? [Console startup sound] Absolutely. [Choir] The Lamb alone is worthy. [Waves fade]
