The Snack of Silence

[Verse 1]
Hello fridge
my old friend
we’re face to face at 3am
’Cause my belly softly won’t stop grumbling
and the glow of LED is summoning
when my hand
reaches out for one more slice
of cold fried rice
I taste
the snack of silence
[Chorus]
And in the dark I stand alone
stretchy waistband, stretchy pride is gone
Every shelf a guilty little altar
leftover cake, slightly leaning, starting to falter
And my brain screams, “Dude, just eat a carrot, try compliance!”
Still I choose
the snack of silence
[Verse 2]
Tiny note
on the door
“Label food, this is a shared floor”
Office lunch from some forgotten Monday
smells like feet and questionable sundae
But I shrug
peel the lid and take a bite
pray I’ll survive the night
blessed by
the snack of silence
[Chorus]
And coworkers say I’ve gone too far
“Who ate my stew from that blue jar?”
On the camera there’s a blurry gremlin
hoodie on, plastic fork, just tremblin’
HR prints out my face and warns of snack-related violence
Still I bow
to the snack of silence
[Bridge]
[Clean guitar, reverby and tense]
Nutrition apps
fill my phone
counting sins in every scone
But the pie in break room keeps on calling
like a siren from a pastry stall-ing
And the words of every doctor
flash in neon on my screen
“Eat a bean…”
Yet I’m chewing in defiance
[Chorus]
Now I’m home, the fridge light flares
half a pizza, three éclairs
I salute them like a loyal soldier
cheese and cream stacked on my shoulder
As my jeans gasp, “Why?”
and every button tests its science
I whisper
the snack of silence
(so quiet)
the snack of silence

High-energy rock parody with crunchy guitars and tight, chugging rhythms. Verses start tense and whispered, then ramp into gritty, dramatic male vocals. Choruses explode with stacked gang vocals and over-the-top sustain. Drums hit hard on toms and crash, with eerie clean guitar on the bridge before a massive final chorus., comedy