[Intro] [Spoken Word Narrator] "The board is almost empty. Two pieces left. One smells the end. One calculates it. Neither moves." [SFX: Shell Cracks. Heavy Kick Drops.] [Block 1 — Mode A: Time Slows. Deep. Wet. Heavy.] [Verse 1] I smell it on you. New shell. Fresh foil. You haven't been wet yet. Not really wet. You dabble. You skim. You call it depth. I've been at the bottom. You've never left the shore. You count moves. I count gulps. You'll run out of moves. I never run out of gulps. You are a beak. No duck behind it. A beak on a board you can't touch. You don't play. You calculate. There's a difference. You calculate. I wait. You smell like a new shell. Clean. Untouched. You think that's a virtue. That's just a wrapper. You watch the glass. You never lift it. You see the board. You never move. You're a beak with a keyboard. One bill. Three buttons. That's all you are. [Bridge] When the three buttons don't press... and the screen stays on... and your hands won't move... you'll eat your own king. [SFX: Single Shell Crack, Isolated.] [Chorus] [One ragged shouted voice, layered, distorted, mic bleed] THREE BUTTONS! THREE BUTTONS! WHEN THE SCREEN STAYS ON — THREE BUTTONS! THREE BUTTONS! WHO'S STILL COUNTING? [Block 2 — Mode B: Time Accelerates. Fast. Clipped. Glitched.] [Verse 2] You smell the end? You smell the end? When the hands won't press. When the three buttons don't click. When the screen stays on. When the rock is just a rock. You watch me. Watch me. Watch me. Watch. You count your moves. You never make one. You sit. You preen. You never leave the square. You smell the game. You taste. You never swallow. You made the rules. You never played. [Compressed Run] [Time accelerates to peak. All lines run together. No breath.] Yousink Yousink Youneverswim Yousink Yousink Youneverswim Yousit Yousit Yousit andpreen Yousit Yousit Yousit andpreen Youhiss Youhiss Youdon'tquack Youhiss Youhiss Youdon'tquack [Time Stop. Off-Grid. Clean.] You're not aged. You're pickled. You didn't stop drinking. You couldn't get wetter. That's not wisdom. That's a ceiling. You didn't molt. You got skinned. You shed. You don't quack. You hiss. You're a snake. [Outro] [Spoken Word Narrator, whispered, outside time] "The last move is not a move. It's a pause. The pause before the swallow. And the pause lasts forever. Nothing leaves the pond. Not even the pause." [Fade Out]
