[Intro] (Low, vibrating feedback. The sound of a ceiling fan clicking on high. A single, hollow drum hit every four seconds.) [Verse 1] The Dean of the school is calling. I’m just the boy in the passenger seat. I brought the gifts, I paved the way, But the lime is eating her day. Plywood floor and a heavy debt, Names I haven't even... [Chorus] (Massive, fuzzed-out guitars. Vocals breaking into a scream.) DON’T BE OFFENDED! I’m just the help! DON’T BE OFFENDED! I’M RINGING THE BELL! DON’T BE OFFENDED! Finally had enough [Verse 2] (Music thins to a shaky, clean guitar. High-tension.) "You’re gonna be next," he said with a grin. So I let the 19th of August in. I didn’t miss. I didn’t blink. Now the kitchen’s full of a different stink. You’re shocked by the lead? You’re hurt by the sound? I was just tired of the "Lost and Found." [Bridge] (Fast, panicked tempo. Chaotic, layered screaming.) I KILLED HIM. (He was gonna kill me.) I KILLED THEM. (I brought them the tea.) CAN YOU HEAR THE PLYWOOD? CAN YOU HEAR THE DIRT? (Does it hurt your feelings?) (DOES IT HURT?) [Chorus] (Wall of noise. Snare hits like gunfire.) DON’T BE OFFENDED! I’m just the help! DON’T BE OFFENDED! I’M RINGING THE BELL! DON’T BE OFFENDED! Finally had enough, but why did it take so long? [Outro] (Guitars dissolve into a low, buzzing hum like a Texas cicada.) The candy’s gone. The shed is locked. Don’t be offended... I’m just the one who stopped. (Static fades to black)
