*(slow, sludgy riff builds, palm-muted then exploding)*
[Verse 1 – low growl, building]
I scrape the snow off cracked sidewalks every night
One bar a year if the gods feel polite
While Dante’s chewing gold like it’s fucking bubblegum
Violet’s chewing fame till her jaw comes undone
They got daddies buying tickets, squirrels on command
I got four grandparents coughing in one bed, man
I smile, I nod, I never beg, I never break
But inside I’m boiling, ready to fucking detonate
[Pre-chorus – feedback whine]
They call me good boy, sweet little Charlie ghost
But good boys get the scraps while the monsters get the most
[Chorus – full scream, walls of distortion]
I WANT MY FUCKING FACTORY!
Not your silver spoon, not your trust-fund tragedy!
Watch ’em fall—Augustus in the pipe, drowned in his greed
Veruca down the chute, screaming what she needs
Mike zapped to pixels, Violet popped like a bruise
And I’m still standing here—polite—paying my dues!
Golden ticket trash! Golden ticket trash!
Burn it all down, let the Oompa-Loompas laugh!
[Verse 2 – faster, angrier, half-spoken/half-yelled]
Dante struts like he invented sin
Spoiled little shit with a permanent grin
Takes what he wants, never says thanks
While I’m rationing dreams like they’re food stamps
You laugh at my coat, holes in the seams
But I see your soul—cheap plastic dreams
I could’ve grabbed it, could’ve lied, could’ve stole
But I stayed quiet—now my blood’s running cold
[Bridge – drop to clean guitar, haunting, then build back to chaos]
Every night I walk past the lights, stomach screaming
See them gorge, see them preen, see them beaming
I’m the last one left, the quiet kid who waited
While you brats got punished—fate didn’t hesitate
Am I the winner? Or just the one too scared to fall?
Factory’s empty now… and I’m still nothing at all
[Final Chorus – absolute rage, layered screams]
I WANT MY FUCKING FACTORY!
Not your pity prize, not your charity!
I carried the weight while you partied on my grave
Now the chocolate’s bitter and I’m still a slave
Golden ticket trash! Golden ticket trash!
I’m done being nice—light the goddamn match!
[Outro – slowing, distorted feedback, whispered/snarled]
…maybe I’m just another naughty kid who never got caught
Maybe the real punishment… is staying good while the world rots.
*(final chord slams, amp hums into silence)*
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