Exit Through the Gift Shop

[Intro: A distorted PA announcement plays, glitching between different voices.]
[Spoken, overly cheerful, with occasional robotic glitches.]
"Thank you for visiting.
Please take a moment to browse our selection of memories.
All sales are final."

[The bassline kicks in—smooth, bouncing, but slightly out of sync. A distant, warped organ plays an unsettling melody.]

[Verse 1: Playful but unnerving, the lyrics feel rehearsed—like a scripted farewell.]
Come one, come all, to the end of the ride,
We’ve got souvenirs for the fractured mind.
Postcards from places you’ve never been,
And mirrors that don’t reflect quite right.

A t-shirt says "I WAS HERE",
But the ink is starting to disappear.
You can take what’s left, but fair beware—
Some things don’t leave, even once they’re not there.

[A brief silence—then the music warps and jumps ahead, like time skipping.]

[Pre-Chorus: The rhythm staggers, backing vocals echo unnaturally, some words glitch mid-sentence.]
Oh, you’re still here? Thought you’d be go— [glitches] gone… gone… g— [cuts out briefly]
The door was open—but now it’s n— [glitches] not… now it’s not…

[The melody drifts into a discordant saxophone solo, played slightly out of tune.]

[Chorus: Big, dramatic, almost triumphant—but something feels off.]
Exit through the gift shop, don’t forget to smile!
Take a little piece of this, it’ll last a while.
Exit through the gift shop, isn’t this bizarre?
We’ve got everything you need—except for who you are!

[The last line repeats, each time more distorted, until it dissolves into static.]

[Verse 2: The groove returns, but the lyrics feel less certain, like the narrator is losing control.]
Step right up, it’s a closing sale,
We’re running low on exit signs.
Your name tag’s blank, your shadow’s late,
But don’t worry—you’re right on time.

Lost and found, misplaced intent,
We take credit, but not regrets.
The map says "You Are Here" in red,
But the dot keeps moving every step.

[The music swells—then collapses into an eerie, stretched-out drone.]

[Bridge: The music falls apart—tempo shifts, instruments fade in and out.]
[Spoken, frantic, layered voices overlapping.]
"Wait—wait—wait! The exit was here a second ago…"
"I swear I walked through this door before…"
"What happens if we can’t leave?"

[A distorted, robotic voice cuts through: "There is no exit."]

[A sudden tape rewind effect pulls the song backward, then snaps into the final chorus.]

[Final Chorus: A massive, swirling climax—every instrument playing at full force, some layers glitching and desyncing.]
Exit through the gift shop, don’t forget to smile!
Take a little piece of this, it’ll last a while.
Exit through the gift shop, isn’t this bizarre?
We’ve got everything you need—except for who you are!

[One vocal layer repeats normally, while another version glitches, repeats, and desyncs.]
"Exit through the gift shop… exit through the… exit… ex— ex— EX—" [glitch, distortion]

[The final note distorts and loops, stretching like a malfunctioning record—before everything cuts to complete silence.]

[Outro: After a long pause, a single voice remains—glitching, barely audible.]
"This ride has reached its final stop.
Please collect your memories…
and exit through the gift shop."

[A long, empty silence—then a soft beep, like a machine shutting off.]