On Mute

(A pulsing 808 kick drum transitions smoothly into a crisp, snapping rimshot. A dark, filtered 808 bassline walks up and down. A phone screen clicks open, making a digital chime sound that echoes with heavy delay.)

(Spoken softly)

Face down.

Screen bright.

Don’t make a sound tonight.

(The instrumentation is minimal—just the snapping rimshot, the walking bass, and a plucked, muted guitar loop. The vocals are rhythmic, fast, and anxious.)

Sitting on the couch, we’re watching something on the screen

But I’m looking at the glass, hoping that it stays unseen

Your name pops up, a sudden flash of neon blue

My heart skips a beat because I know that it is you

I quickly flip it over, press the button on the side

Another little piece of me I have to learn to hide

He asks me who is texting, and I fake a little laugh

Just a work email, yeah, I'm clearing out the path.

(The full Trap-Pop beat drops. Bright, emotional chords swell in the background with rolling hi-hats and a heavy, thumping kick.)

I need you on mute, don’t text the phone right now

We gotta play it safe, we gotta keep it underground

‘Cause if the volume rises, then the glass is gonna break

And I can’t let him see the massive mess we’re gonna make

Yeah, I need you on mute...

Keep it quiet, keep it low

Until it’s time for me to go.

(The main drums drop out, leaving a pulsing, filtered synth pad and a ticking hi-hat that sounds like a countdown timer.)

The pocket of my jeans is vibrating through the thread

A digital temptation filling up my heavy head

You’re asking where I am, you’re asking when I’m breaking out

Every single word you send is filling me with doubt

But it’s filling me with fire, yeah, it’s giving me the rush

I type a quick reply beneath the blanket in a rush

“Just give me twenty minutes, he is drifting off to sleep”

Another heavy promise that I know I’m gonna keep.

(The full beat returns, hitting harder with extra synth layers and a deeper sub-bass extension.)

I need you on mute, don’t text the phone right now

We gotta play it safe, we gotta keep it underground

‘Cause if the volume rises, then the glass is gonna break

And I can’t let him see the massive mess we’re gonna make

Yeah, I need you on mute...

Keep it quiet, keep it low

Until it’s time for me to go.

(The beat drops out completely. An aggressive, rising snare roll starts building. The vocals are layered with high and low pitch-shifted harmonies to create a chaotic internal monologue.)

Hush now, don’t make a sound.

Secrets burying us underground.

One wrong move and the walls cave in.

Where does the lie end, where do we begin?

(The snare roll accelerates into a brief glitch effect)

He’s closing his eyes...

Now turn the volume down.

(The heavy drums vanish, leaving only the muted guitar pluck and a heavily reverbed vocal echo.)

On mute.

Don’t text the phone.

I’m on my way...

(The track cuts sharply on a snappy rimshot, leaving a ringing synth tail)