[Intro][Post-Punk][Muted Bassline][Drum Machine]
(Bassline and drum machine start, sparse and echoing)
[Whispered Vocals]
Shadows creepin', clock is tickin' low
Another lecture, same old drone, you know.
They build their boxes, paint them neat and clean
But my colors spill, a vibrant, wild scene.

[Verse 1][Post-Punk][Driving Bass]
They say, "Sit still, don't make a sound, conform."
But silence suffocates, I’d rather weather the storm.
This sterile paper, a canvas bleached and bare
Holds no reflection of the fire I bear.
Every boundary, a cage they try to keep
While my imagination is restless in its sleep.

[Pre-Chorus][Building Tension][Whispered Vocals]
They've got their rules, their rigid, dusty code
But life's a river, breaking its own road.
And I just watched it, felt the urge arise
To paint my truth before their very eyes.

[Chorus][Shouted Vocals][Rebellious]
I drew outside the lines on purpose, don't you see?
To make a mark that was truly me!
This pristine white, it felt like a lie
So I let my own wild colors fly!
Yeah, I drew outside the lines on purpose, understand?
This is my own forbidden land!

[Verse 2][Post-Punk][Muted Bassline]
You call it chaos, a mischievous display
But isn't order just a slower way
To numb the spirit, to dull the vibrant spark?
I left my fingerprint, a deliberate, joyful mark.
They'll scold and question, try to wash it clean
But the echo of defiance will always convene.

[Pre-Chorus][Building Tension][Whispered Vocals]
They've got their rules, their rigid, dusty code
But life's a river, breaking its own road.
And I just watched it, felt the urge arise
To paint my truth before their very eyes.

[Chorus][Shouted Vocals][Rebellious]
I drew outside the lines on purpose, don't you see?
To make a mark that was truly me!
This pristine white, it felt like a lie
So I let my own wild colors fly!
Yeah, I drew outside the lines on purpose, understand?
This is my own forbidden land!

[Bridge][Post-Punk][Bass Dominates]
Maybe one day, they'll look and finally know
That conformity’s a slow, destructive flow.
That breaking molds can lead to something new
A world more honest, a sky more deeply blue.

[Chorus][Shouted Vocals][Rebellious]
I drew outside the lines on purpose, don't you see?
To make a mark that was truly me!
This pristine white, it felt like a lie
So I let my own wild colors fly!
Yeah, I drew outside the lines on purpose, understand?
This is my own forbidden land!

[Outro][Post-Punk][Fade Out][Echoing Vocals]
(Bass and drum machine continue, becoming more distorted)
Outside the lines...
Truly me...
On purpose...
(Vocals fade into a whisper, then silence)