Wrath of the Laundry Pile

[Intro]
Sock on the ceiling
Shirt on the door
Mountain of denim
Crawling across the floor (hey!)
[Verse 1]
Hamper like a black hole
Eating up my day
All these twisted T‑shirts
Staring in my face
Static in my fingers
Sweat in my eyes
I’d rather face thunder
Than sort these sizes and stripes
[Chorus]
I hate this laundry life
Wrath of the laundry pile
Every fold feels like I’m dying
One more sleeve
I lose my mind
I hate this laundry life
Crushed by the cotton tide
If this stack gets any higher
Let it burn
Let it burn tonight (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Inside‑out hoodies
Jeans that never dry
Ten sad socks
No pairs
Just lies
Timer keeps screaming
Like a battle cry
But it’s not glory
It’s just towels in the sky
[Chorus]
I hate this laundry life
Wrath of the laundry pile
Every fold feels like I’m dying
One more sleeve
I lose my mind
I hate this laundry life
Crushed by the cotton tide
If this stack gets any higher
Let it burn
Let it burn tonight
[Bridge]
[Band cuts to chugs
Drums gallop]
Wrinkle war
On the bedroom floor
I’m a slave to the tags and seams (seams!)
Hang me up
On the closet door
’Cause this chore is killing me
[Chorus]
I hate this laundry life
Wrath of the laundry pile
Every fold feels like I’m dying
One more sleeve
I lose my mind (lose my mind)
I hate this laundry life
Crushed by the cotton tide
If this stack gets any higher
Let it burn
Let it burn tonight (let it burn)
Let it burn
Let it burn tonight (yeah!)

metal, Modern heavy metal, drop-tuned guitars and snarling male vocals. Palm-muted chugs under the verses, then explode into wide, open chords over a massive halftime groove for the choruses. Relentless double-kick patterns lock to a grinding bass tone; occasional pinch harmonics and pick scrapes. Gang shouts in the hook, quick stop-start breaks for impact, then an all-out final chorus with screamed ad-libs.