[Intro] (Whispered) Pick up the clothes... Pick up the clothes... Pick up the clothes... [Verse] I woke up with a headache, Another sleepless night, Something crawling through my thoughts Before I even saw the light. A thousand little whispers, A thousand little commands, They're living in the static, And they're making all the plans. They say the dishes are stacking up, The carpet's stained again, The bathroom mirror's filthy, And I'm losing it my friends. [Pre-Chorus] I try to shut them out, I try to turn away, But every time the silence comes... I hear them say— [Chorus] DO THE LAUNDRY! TAKE OUT THE TRASH! SCRUB THE STAINS! MAKE IT LAST! Every day they're screaming Inside my brain, A never-ending cycle Driving me insane! DO THE LAUNDRY! MOP THE FLOOR! ORGANIZE THE DRAWERS! THEY WANT MORE! I can't escape The voices in my head, Obsessed with ordinary things Until I'm filled with dread! [Verse] I'm standing in the supermarket, Trying to buy some food, Then a choir starts debating What detergent I should use. One voice says "Mountain Fresh." One says "Springtime Rain." One says "Read the labels twice." I'm going clinically insane. They're hiding in the air vents, They're living in the walls, Every time I leave the house I hear their endless calls. [Pre-Chorus] I try to drown them out With music turned to ten, But somehow they get louder Every single time again! [Chorus] DO THE LAUNDRY! TAKE OUT THE TRASH! SCRUB THE STAINS! MAKE IT LAST! Every day they're screaming Inside my brain, A never-ending cycle Driving me insane! DO THE LAUNDRY! MOP THE FLOOR! ORGANIZE THE DRAWERS! THEY WANT MORE! I can't escape The voices in my head, Obsessed with ordinary things Until I'm filled with dread! [Bridge] Maybe they're right... Maybe they're wrong... Maybe the laundry basket Has been full too long... Maybe the dishes really are A sign of my decline... Maybe... Maybe... NO! [BREAKDOWN] (Heavy, rhythmic) FOLD! THE! CLOTHES! FOLD! THE! CLOTHES! FOLD! THE! CLOTHES! NOW! STACK! THE! PLATES! STACK! THE! PLATES! STACK! THE! PLATES! NOW! The walls are shaking! The sink is overflowing! The dust is multiplying! The voices keep on growing! CLEAN! CLEAN! CLEAN! CLEAN! CLEAN! CLEAN! CLEAN! CLEAN! [Final Chorus] DO THE LAUNDRY! TAKE OUT THE TRASH! EVERY LITTLE PROBLEM COMING BACK IN A FLASH! The voices keep screaming, They never let me rest, A legion of housekeepers Living in my chest! DO THE LAUNDRY! MOP THE FLOOR! I DON'T THINK I CAN TAKE IT ANYMORE! But maybe if I finish Everything they said... I'll finally get some peace Inside my head. [Outro] (Soft whisper) The laundry is done... The dishes are clean... The floor has been swept... The checklist is complete... ... (The whisper returns) Have you cleaned the garage?
