Asylum

TITLE: RUN FOR THE HILLS

[Intro – Spoken / Distorted]
Oh my God
I miss you all so bad
Ha!

[Verse 1]
The other thing you ever gave me was drive
Everything you said I couldn't do
Bitch, watch me come alive

[Pre-Chorus]
Every time I look half-decent
It's another fucking diss
Never met anyone like this
Now you're on my hit list

[Chorus – Explosive]
Oh my God, I miss you all so bad
Can't escape your asylum
No, you're definitely not all mad

I'm partying before I even get a view
Best fucking believe
This kind of vanity doesn't need YOU

[Post-Chorus – Chant]
Doesn't need you, need you
Run, run, run for the hills

[Verse 2]
You'd think it was sweet, all your names written down
I'm burning up my curse, watch it circle around
What comes around, comes around
Your little kingdom's coming down

[Break – Spoken / Beat Cuts]
The voices all said, “Run for the hills”
I felt it coming, but I'm frozen no more

[Bridge – Rising / Distorted]
Run for the hills
Time to get on a plane
Far, far, far away
Where they don't know your name

[Final Chorus – Maximum Chaos]
Oh my God, I miss you all so bad
Can't escape your asylum
But I'm done with that

[Outro – Chant / Glitch]
Run, run, run for the hills
Doesn't need you
NEVER NEEDED YOU

Hyper-bratty, feral electroclash club-pop with glossy cyber-Y2K production, relentless four-on-the-floor kick, distorted synth bass, metallic percussion, razor-sharp claps, glitchy vocal chops and abrasive digital textures. Female vocal: sneering, theatrical, confrontational, half-spoken and half-shouted, flipping between deadpan gossip, venomous rhythmic verses and explosive chant-along hooks. Minimal verses, tension-building pre-chorus, huge repetitive chorus, abrupt beat cuts, whispered threats and a chaotic maximalist final drop. Icy glamour, revenge-fantasy energy, reckless nightlife, runway arrogance, black comedy and escape-at-any-cost drama. Fast, punchy, addictive, fashion-villain attitude. Original melody, phrasing and production; do not imitate any specific song or artist.