The sun bleeds out, a crimson streak,

The evening hums, a tiny shriek.

Momma's out there, swatting air,

A phantom foe, beyond compare.

She's doing the cha-cha, a frantic spin,

Red welts blooming, where do they begin?

[Vocal Snarl] "Riddley, honey, they're eating me alive!

Come inside, please! Can't you see I'll not survive!"

[Tempo Surge - Drums pound, bass line gets grungier]

But Riddley's gaze is fixed on something slow,

A cosmic dust mote, or a blade of grass below.

Got that blank stare, that unyielding frown,

Patio's sovereign, won't be pushed down.

"Nah, Mom, just five more minutes, promise I'll be good!"

[Spoken Word - Riddley, low, almost a mumble] "You're just misunderstood."

[Riff Escalation - Guitar builds, feedback hints at chaos]

The swarm descends, a dive-bombing crew,

Buzzing symphonies, sticky, brand new.

She's slapping arms, then legs, then face,

A prime buffet, in this cursed place!

"Riddley! My blood is flowing, can't you see?!"

[Vocal Scream - Mom, desperate, raw] "They're drinking me dry! They're draining me!"

[Build-up - Drums intensify, cymbals crash, guitars layer feedback, bass stomps a heavy rhythm]

The whine grows louder, a chorus of dread,

As Momma's skin turns fiery, angry red.

He hears the slaps, the yelps, the cries,

But Riddley's lost in backyard skies.

He hums a tune, a little off-key,

King of oblivion, wild and free!

[Key Change - Sudden, jarring shift upwards, more aggressive]

"Riddley! Get in! This ain't no joke!

My very life force, their savage stroke!"

Her voice is cracking, a desperate plea,

Against the hum of the enemy!

[Guitar Solo - "The Mosquito Mayhem Shred" - Raw, distorted, melodic yet frantic, building to a screaming climax]

[Solo]

[Dynamic Shift - Post-solo, heavy, pounding rhythm, slightly slower but more impactful]

Still he stands there, rooted, grim,

Contemplating the patio's far rim.

A silent monarch, bathed in pale moonlight,

Defying the buzzing, with all his might.

He blinks once slow, then turns away,

"Just one more star, Mom, for me to survey!"

[Power Chord Crash - Final, resounding, then sudden silence]

Riddley won't budge! No way! No how!

[Feedback Swirl then abrupt stop]