100% Labor

(The sharp phone hang-up sound instantly cuts into a heavily distorted, low-tuned electric guitar riff looping a dark, menacing melody. A massive sub-bass drop shakes the floor.)

(Missy Land - speaking with intense, quiet anger right against the mic, breathing heavy)

You know what is actually crazy to me? (What?)

I was literally running myself into the ground trying to make this work.

While you did absolutely nothing. (Absolutely nothing...)

Yeah. Not anymore. Look at me. (Look at me now!)

(A brutal, driving metal drum beat kicks in. The vocals are delivered fast, sharp, and biting—like an argument.)

I was working overtime, doing a hundred percent of the heavy lifting, (All of it!)

While you just sat on your hands and watched our entire connection drifting.

I was checking in daily, asking about your day, worrying if you were fine,

While I was completely suffocating on the absolute back burner of your mind! (Facts!)

It is so humiliating looking back at how hard I actually tried, (So stupid)

Excusing your lazy, selfish behavior while you just sat there and lied.

I was treating you like a priority when I was just a casual option to you, (A joke)

Carrying the entire weight of two people because you had zero clues!

Well, the clinic is officially closed, boy, I’m dropping the load,

And I’m about to explode. (Watch me explode!)

(The guitars get louder and more distorted. A rapid-fire, metallic snare drum starts a frantic festival build-up. The energy is rising to an absolute boiling point.)

You wanted all the benefits of my care without ever showing up! (Never!)

Well, I’m looking at my empty hands and I’ve officially had enough. (Had enough!)

You think you can just leave me in the lurch and walk away clean?

You’re about to see exactly what happens when you disrespect a queen. (Talk to 'em!)

The sadness is totally gone. (It's gone)

The anger is taking the wheel.

Get the hell out of my way! (Let’s go!)

Three, two, one— (Break the rails!)

(Brutal Tearout Dubstep)

(Sonics: The music completely snaps into a terrifyingly heavy, distorted machine-gun bass growl. Massive sub-bass stabs hit like a sledgehammer. The guitars screech over the bass.)

[BRUTAL TEAROUT BASS DROP](Crowd Chant synced to the heavy bass stabs:) Move! Move! Break it down! Hey!

(The beat drops into a heavy, half-time Trap stomp. The delivery is cynical, rhythmic, and incredibly fierce.)

You’re gonna tell your friends that I’m crazy, that I just snapped out of the blue, (Oh, I know it!)

But you’re never gonna mention the months of silent treatment you put me through.

You’re never gonna tell them how you starved me of a single crumb of affection, (Not a crumb)

Just to keep me desperate, just to maintain your little ego connection. (Trash!)

I gave you my raw, honest focus and you treated it like a game,

Well, you better get used to the static, because I’m erasing your name. (Who are you?)

No more labor, no more carrying your dead weight on my back,

The signal is completely broken... and the cable is about to snap! (Snap!)

(The drums and bass cut out instantly. All that is left is the raw, gritty feedback loop from a guitar amplifier. Your voice is completely dry, terrifyingly quiet, and right in the listener's ear.)

I did one hundred percent of the work.

One. Hundred. Percent. (Percent... percent...)

And you thought you could just feed me scraps and I’d stay? (laughs dryly)

You really miscalculated this one, boy.

You really did. (You really did)

(A massive, mechanical bass charging sound builds up rapidly underneath your voice)

Now feel the weight of it.

(The guitar riff roars back in at maximum volume. The festival snare builds at an impossible speed, creating a massive wall of tension.)

Every single ounce of the labor...I’m throwing it right back at your face! (Take it back!)

Open up the pit! (Open it up!)

Three, two, one— (Destroy!)

(Aggressive Metalstep)

(Sonics: The absolute heaviest drop on the entire album. A blend of frantic, thrashing metal drums, screaming guitars, and jagged, mechanical Dubstep screeches. Absolute mosh-pit energy.)

[MASSIVE METALSTEP DROP](Hype ad-libs over the drop:) Jump! Jump! Smash it up! Bring the rage!

(The heavy instruments stop abruptly on a giant sub-bass explosion. All that is left is the sound of heavy, angry breathing into the microphone, which slowly transitions into a smooth, ambient drone, cooling down the room.)

One hundred percent. (One hundred)

And now you get zero. (Nothing)

(The sound of a guitar cable being aggressively yanked out of an amplifier with a loud pop, fading into quiet)