[Intro] (A low, irregular thumping. A "wet" clicking sound, off-beat and cold.) [Verse 1] (Vocals are dry and fragmented. No melody, just a rhythmic observation of the room.) The light from the fridge is blue. I’m counting the labels on the jars because the silence is making a high-pitched sound. There’s a pattern in the linoleum that looks like a face I used to know. Or maybe just a spill from three days ago. [Pre-Chorus] (The beat adds a "crunchy" texture—like walking on gravel. The drone shifts slightly.) The phone is just a piece of plastic. It doesn't vibrate. It doesn't breathe. It’s just sitting there on the edge of the glass table like a threat. [Chorus] (A "sticky" groove kicks in, but the lyrics don't rhyme.) The dial tone is a flat line. No one is coming over. The battery is at four percent and the charger is in the other room. I am sitting in the dark watching the signal bars disappear one by one. (Sound of a distant, distorted hum) [Verse 2] (Vocal is even more detached now) I found a Capri Sun straw behind the radiator. It’s covered in gray lint. I remember being ten and thinking the future would be much louder than this. But it’s just the sound of the heater kicking on. [Bridge] (The music thins out. A liquid, "popping" synth sound moves from left to right.) "Is the connection... stable?" "I think the wire is frayed." (Check the fuse.) (Wait for the click.) (Nothing.) [Outro] (The thumping beat continues, getting quieter.) There is nothing on the line. I’m still holding the phone. The light is gone. Just the blue fridge. (Sound: A sharp, digital "glitch") [Shift: Low-key Techno Loop, Hypnotic, Subterranean Bass, 126 BPM] [Vocal Loop - Monotone, rhythmic, sinking] That leaves only silence. That leaves only silence. That leaves only silence. (Going mad.) That leaves only silence. (Quietly.) That leaves only silence. (Into the abyss.) That leaves only silence. That leaves only silence. That leaves only silence.
