QA REVIEW
NAME
Applesauce 911
MEDICAL RECORD NUMBER
SMMC-026
Genre:
Metal
Metal
Admission Date:
03/30/2026
03/30/2026
Track Length:
3:57
3:57
Chart Status:
Lyrics Available
Lyrics Available
PATIENT RECORD
Official lyric documentation filed under Synthetic Medic Medical Center entertainment records.
DOCUMENTED BY: SYNTHETIC MEDIC EMS UNIT 9
TRANSCRIBED: 03/30/2026 19:54 EST
STATUS: SIGNED / LOCKED
TRANSCRIBED: 03/30/2026 19:54 EST
STATUS: SIGNED / LOCKED
[Verse 1]
Static on the line
My hand won’t hold still
“Is she breathing? Is she bleeding?
Is it poison? Is it pills?”
I list every worst-case
Like I read them in a book
“She was fine
Then she folded”
I can’t stand how they look
[Pre-Chorus]
Is it stroke
Is it heart
Is it something in her lungs?
Every word tastes like metal on my tongue
Sirens in my head
But the street stays dark
Tell me you’re close
Tell me you’re close
[Chorus 1]
So I call 911 and I can’t stop shaking
Throw a hundred wild guesses at an empty room
Please drive faster
I can feel time breaking
If you’re late by a minute
I’m losing her too
Lights in the distance
I’m talking to God
Every second is a blade that I can’t brush off
Please, Just save my mother
Is all that I’ve got
Please, just save my mother
Please, just save my mother
[Verse 2]
Keys on the counter
Her shoes by the door
I pace tiny circles
Wear a track in the floor
I think it’s her sugar
Or a clot, or a fall
Do you need more symptoms?
I keep spilling them all
[Pre-Chorus]
Is it lungs
Is it brain
Is it something in her spine?
I keep drawing new disasters in my mind
Sirens in the air
Finally cut the dark
Tell me you’re here
Tell me you’re here
[Chorus 2]
So I call 911 and I can’t stop shaking
Throw a hundred wild guesses at an empty room
Please drive faster
I can feel time breaking
If you’re late by a minute
I’m losing her too
Lights in the driveway
I’m praying they’re God
Every second is a blade that I can’t brush off
Please, just save my mother
Is all that I’ve got
Please just save me my mother
Please, just save my…
[Bridge]
Front door open
Cool night air
Boots on gravel
Flashing glare
They rush past me
Up the walk
I’m all heartbeat
I’m all shock
[Chorus 3]
Then they point to the porch and my lungs collapse
She’s in her favorite chair
Wrapped up in her shawl
I stutter, I was scared
I just panicked, I snapped
I thought death was in the kitchen in the walls
Grandma waves them off with a shrug
Of course
Looks me dead in the eye like I’m at a loss
Daughter voice cracks as she pleads her case hoarse:
She won’t eat her applesauce
She won’t eat her applesauce
Electronically Signed By:
SYNTHETIC MEDIC, EMT-P
03/30/2026 22:22EST
SYNTHETIC MEDIC, EMT-P
03/30/2026 22:22EST
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