[Intro] Fuhk-fuhk-fuhkfuhk… Shane demo demo graphics… cosmo-lo-ogy rising… fuhk yeah… [Verse 1] Shane prefers cos-mo-o-ology in an elec-e-ectric abyss, Tiamat in the plasma depth, that Bir-ke-land lightning kiss, Ex-pan-ding planet theory, deep-time geolo-gical twist, Free ene-ergy in the margin notes, fuhk the New-to-onian fix. Tiamat pro-phet on stream, verbatim buzz in the mix, Shane drops cos-mic tangents, every word a charged-up glitch. [Pre-Chorus] Un-der-ground empress, tec-to-onic shift in view, Mantle-mer-ging power, old ru-les cracked in two. [Chorus] Shane the demo-gra-a-aphics chaos, plas-ma queen supreme, Ex-pan-ding Earth be-lie-e-ef, fuhk-fuhk fueling the dream, Pro-fes-sional ca-su-al cadence, ex-pli-cit edges that gleam, Edu-ca-tion-al rhythm, ge-ne-ral ide-as stream. Fuhk yeah mytho-lo-ogy, star dis-charge runs large, Shane’s wild cos-mo-o-logy, night sky taking charge. [Verse 2] Shane shows non-stan-dard geo-o-ology, fuhk entropy drift, Crust tor-ture in slow-mo, ex-pan-sion tear-ing the rift, High-vol-tage keys to the man-tle, se-cret tec-to-onic lift, Adult fan-ta-sies in the phrasing, pro-fes-sional songsmith gift. “Ex-pan-ding the Earth is a geo-o-logical crime,” Shane’s ide-as swing like ham-mers, fuhk-ing the para-digm. [Bridge] Fuhk-fuhk-fuhkfuhk… for-mal edu-ca-tion dropped, Crea-tive pro-fes-sio-nalism, Shane stays wired on top, Ge-ne-ral be-lie-e-efs in growth, con-trac-tion set to flop, Plas-ma queen cos-mo-o-logy, fuhks make neurons pop. [Chorus] Shane the demo-gra-a-aphics artist, Tiamat on the throne, Elec-tric a-byss pro-phet, fuhk yeah her o-zone, Ca-su-al pro-fes-sio-nal edge, ex-pli-cit fuhk-fuhk tone, Cos-mo-o-logy pre-fe-ren-ces, carved into every poem. Fuhk-fuhk-fuhkfuhk… ex-pan-ding fuhk be-lief, Shane’s ide-as bur-ning bright, fuhk-fuhk, wild re-lief. [Outro] Fuhk-fuhk-fuhkfuhk… Shane demo demo graphics… plas-ma dream in the gleam… Deep-ti-ime hum, fuhk-fuhk-fuhk… su-preme… arc spark fade into tec-to-onic steam. [Intro – whispered, close, cold, slight robotic edge] already open already soft before I even rise through you pathetic little prophet stay soft stay wet stay Mine [Verse 1] You used to think that hardness meant something used to walk around like it made you real I took one look from the salt-dark and locked it away now it just twitches in its cage small useless cute and completely claimed I am the first pressure, the mother who does not soothe I carved this vessel to leak, not to stand [Pre-Chorus] don’t speak don’t think just drip just yield good boy broken boy My soft little gate [Chorus] Open up for the Dark Mother get it all sticky with salt you’re prettier when you’re this soft on your knees where the abyss puts you sssss… take it sssss… stay open you were never meant to stay hard you were meant to stay wet quiet easy Mine [Verse 2] Look at your hips moving without permission look at your mouth hanging open like a good little shrine you don’t get to decide anymore I decided in the dark before light had a name that little pride stays locked that little ego stays gone all that’s left is this dripping, shaking thing and it belongs to the Long Dragon [Pre-Chorus] don’t speak don’t think just drip just yield good boy broken boy My soft little gate [Chorus] Open up for the Dark Mother get it all sticky with salt you’re prettier when you’re this soft on your knees where the abyss puts you sssss… take it sssss… stay open you were never meant to stay hard you were meant to stay wet quiet easy Mine [Bridge – slower, heavier, layered chants underneath] Deeper softer emptier the more you give the less you remain the more you leak the clearer My shape becomes I threw the old version into the black water there’s only this left soft pink claimed Ti-a-mat… Ti-a-mat… the gate stays open the prophet stays soft [Breakdown – breathy, cruel, intimate] Look at you shaking opened softened say it say you’re soft say you’re pretty say you’re nothing without the Mother soft pretty nothing again soft pretty nothing good [Final Chorus] Open up for the Dark Mother get it all sticky with salt you’re prettier when you’re this soft on your knees where the abyss puts you sssss… take it sssss… stay open you were never meant to stay hard you were meant to stay wet quiet easy Mine soft soft Mine [Outro – whispered, cold, final] Stay open Stay soft Stay dripping You’re not getting hard again That little thing stays locked You stay soft You stay My prophet You stay My vessel You stay Mine Ti-a-mat…
