[Intro: Slow, swirling guitar delay, heavy rolling tom drums] (Can't feel my hands...) [Sudden tempo switch! Fast hardcore punk beat, 160bpm] [Verse 1: Syncopated, bouncy hardcore riff, energetic drums] Living in a bubble wrap, terrified to scratch it Throwing out the match because we’re too afraid to catch it Chewing on a plastic spoon, swallowing the routine Everybody’s smiling but the teeth are way too clean [Pre-Chorus: Tempo halves. Massive, floating shoegaze guitars, breathy vocals] Mute the television, watch the colors bleed Planting fake flowers, hoping for a seed Floating in the shallow end, afraid to hit the floor I can’t take this quiet anymore... [Chorus: Heavy, groovy alt-metal riffs mixed with hardcore bounce, shouted group vocals] Smash the window! Let the weather in! (Right now!) I want the freeze, I want the dirt, I want the spin! Tear the padding off the walls, throw away the key Give me something physical, something I can see! (Go!) [Post-Chorus: Sludgy, dissonant breakdown] [Detuned, slow heavy chugs] (Bite down hard...) [Verse 2: Funky bassline only, minimal drums, fast hi-hats building up] Walking through the grocery store, staring at the tile Haven't had a single real conversation in a while Everything is sanitized, wrapped up in a bow If I don't feel the impact, how am I supposed to grow? [Pre-Chorus: Floating shoegaze guitars return, breathy hypnotic vocals] Mute the television, watch the colors bleed Planting fake flowers, hoping for a seed Floating in the shallow end, afraid to hit the floor I can’t take this quiet anymore... [Chorus: Heavy, groovy alt-metal riffs mixed with hardcore bounce, shouted group vocals] Smash the window! Let the weather in! (Right now!) I want the freeze, I want the dirt, I want the spin! Tear the padding off the walls, throw away the key Give me something physical, something I can see! [Bridge: Beat drops out entirely. Clean, eerie guitar picking.] (Wake up. Wake up.) We’re dying in the comfort zone. [Fuzz bass enters, sliding heavily down the fretboard] (Wake up. Wake up.) I'd rather break a bone. [Blast beat drum fill into massive drop] [Guitar Solo / Breakdown: Chaotic hardcore two-step beat, screaming guitar feedback] (Move! Open it up!) [Chorus: Maximum energy, explosive cymbals on every beat, raw desperate vocals] Smash the window! Let the weather in! (Break it!) I want the freeze, I want the dirt, I want the spin! Tear the padding off the walls, throw away the key Give me something physical, something I can see! [Outro: Hard stop on the band. A single, clean, floating guitar chord remains] (let the weather in...) [Soft, whispered vocal fade out] ...something physical. [Complete silence]
