[Intro: Slow heavy riff]

The table's been wobbling
three weeks.
Facilities filed a ticket.

Priority: low.

[Verse 1]

Tonight's topic: national trust, four guests lean in.
Guest Two pounds the wood with every word again.
Maya points out one loose brace between the takes.
The producer says, "We'll fix it. Don't lose the stakes."

[Chorus]

The table finally breaks,
Right where the panel's raw.
Four microphones hit the floor —
Nobody lets the furniture change the score.

[Verse 2]

The center brace gives out at nine.
Coffee spreads in a perfect line.
Gary points: "This proves my case!"
He hasn't got a case. He's got a face.

[Chorus]

The table finally breaks,
Right where the panel's raw.
Four microphones hit the floor —
Nobody lets the furniture change the score.

[Bridge]

A stagehand kneels, gathering screws
while people argue who's to blame.

[Producer]
"Can he move? He's in the shot."

Something in Maya changes.

[Final Chorus]

The table finally breaks,
And nobody in the format wakes.
The only thing that changed tonight
is Maya stopped believing in the fight.

[Outro]

Heavy riff, slower now.
Four stabs. The fourth one lands.
No one interrupts it —
Maya helps him gather the screws.
