

Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
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
2:56
No
4/11/2026