Forty-Seven Unclaimed Lunchboxes

[Verse 1][Vocalist Male][Delivery spoken-edge][Quick Pace] Corporate winter in a humming box, Label ghosts on plastic locks. Mold-colonies hum in gentle rise, Expiration dates blink like eyes. [Pre-Chorus][Delivery chant][Measured Pace] We count the days by chili stains, Forks like banners, yogurt rain. Tupper tombs in frosted rows, Something living starts to grow. [Chorus][Crowd][Intensity rising] [High Fidelity] Forty-seven rise; we revolt. [/High Fidelity] [High Fidelity] Forty-seven rise; we revolt. [/High Fidelity] (Fridge light flickers, shelves convulse) [Stop - 1 beat] [Verse 2][Delivery whisper][Stereo narrow] Peel the tape from nameless bread, Hear the mustard clear its head. Pickles click like marching teeth, Steam escapes from underneath. [Break][Halftime - 4 bars][Impact clap] Bread drums thud, the sauces sing, Metal ribs begin to ring. Lettuce flags in chilly gust, Plastic kingdoms shake off rust. [Bridge][Delivery belt][Accelerando] Mayo paints a strike-line bright, Jars converge to claim the night. Receipts unravel, laws are read, Every unpaid hour bled. [Hook Callback][Chant] [High Fidelity] Forty-seven rise; we revolt. [/High Fidelity] [Final Chorus][Crowd][Intensity peaking][Ritardando] [High Fidelity] Forty-seven rise; we revolt. [/High Fidelity] [High Fidelity] Forty-seven rise; we will not expire. [/High Fidelity] (Hands on handles; hinge-heart jolt) [Outro][Room small] Door-mouth slams, a cold decree, Silence seals the mutiny. [Silence - 2 bars]