[Intro — instrumental, guitar riffs, drums display, 8 beats] [Verse 1 — palm-muted guitars, steady drums, bass carrying the movement, vocal close to speaking rhythm] There was a time I was younger and more naïve and I believed the world functioned in simple ways: school, college, marriage, kids, just to achieve a normal ladder of expectations to live your days. Choose the right major, choose the right career. Your strengths would tell what your path becomes. Nine to five, raise a family, go with friends and grab a beer. Follow your dreams and don't worry about the outcomes. [Pre-Chorus — open guitars, toms, raising percussion, vocal projection] My path was easy from my background, hard by the ironies of life. I came from a privileged household and a mind that became a strife. [Chorus — full guitar distortion, restrained solo vocals, gang choir back and echoes] Too perfect, almost a trap. (it was a trap) A privileged environment, a gifted intellect, but I was given the wrong map. (with the wrong map) A perfect experiment, until all was wrecked (it was a trap with the wrong map) [Verse 2 — palm-muted guitars, steady drums, bass carrying the movement, vocal close to speaking rhythm] There was a time I was younger and more naïve. I knew life was a struggle for many; I didn't expect it for me. Wrong decisions in hindsight, when to stay, when to leave; and each stumbling block shaping me and collecting a fee. School, college, marriage, kids. Been there, done that. A normal path on paper, a constant struggle with my mind. A mind that told me I wasn't good enough, no matter what, achievements I didn't deserve, and every defeat was signed. [Pre-Chorus — open guitars, toms, raising percussion, vocal projection] You learn to distrust yourself as adult life starts to kick in. A genius kid without structure, a maladapted human spin. [Chorus — full guitar distortion, restrained solo vocals, gang choir back and echoes] Too perfect, almost a trap. (it was a trap) A privileged environment, a gifted intellect, but I was given the wrong map. (with the wrong map) A perfect experiment, until all was wrecked (it was a trap with the wrong map) [Bridge — faster, optimistic] School, college, marriage, kids... nine-to-five, grab a beer... a career you love — what's so hard? For a kid, the future is not fear. You're smart, you'll figure out your right path in what was to come. I was shy, I was reserved, not a big deal 'cause I wasn't dumb. A stable family as a role model, a perfect environment to thrive. [vocal pitch drop] Not their fault I messed up — a perfect storm building in my life. [Final Chorus — distorted guitars, restrained solo vocals, gang choir back and echoes] Too perfect, almost a trap. (it was a trap) A privileged environment, a gifted intellect, but I was given the wrong map. (with the wrong map) A perfect experiment, until all was wrecked [conversational, hand-picked gitars] School, college, marriage, kids... nine-to-five, grab a beer... I was younger and more naïve with a plan that seemed quite clear. [fade into silence]
