[Intro: Deep double bass pluck, vinyl crackle, eerie vibraphone chords] [Verse 1: Female Ragga-toasting, half-time rhythmic delivery, frantic Amen break begins] Hammer and chisel have finished their modelling, Statue of patience in marble and clay. Nobody noted the poison I'm swallowing, Selling my safety to finally stray. Give me an hour of terrible emptiness, Far from the people who gave me a name. Drowning the market and all of its busyness, Pawning the rest of a merited fame. [Build-up: Rising dissonant horns, sharp brass stabs, intensifying drums] [Verse 2: Aggressive soulful delivery, gritty feminine swagger] Stripping the gloves from a hand that is quivering, Undoing buttons of duty and scorn. Feeling the air on a skin that is shivering, Wiping the stain where the fibre is torn. Heavy and dusty, the glass sits in privacy. Nothing is left of the pious and good. Sinking away from the laws of society, Dripping like water on unfinished mud. [Drop: Explosive Ragga-Jungle beat, heavy sub-bass, screeching saxophone improvisation] [Chorus: shouting vocal style, chaotic polyrhythms] Take all the jewels and throw them in the gutter, Take the illusory comfort of living a lie. Voice is a mutter, a stutter, a flutter β Bearing the guilt as the minutes go by. [Bridge: Free-jazz breakdown, no drums, haunting vibraphone, dissonant sax screams] Who is this creature uncovered so brutally? Raw as the meat against honed steel, Looking at figures and judging them mutely, Glad for the wicked and glad for the real. [Verse 3: Frantic Amen breaks return, half-time flow, gritty analog saturation] The clock on the shelf is repeating relentlessly, Sixty short minutes to burn in the greed. Dressing the scars that were suffered senselessly, Killing the master to finally bleed. Soon I must fasten the stays of the skeleton, Painting the face for the neighbours to stare. Back to the habit, a common-or-garden tone, Hiding the shame of the person in there. [Outro: Tempo slows down, lo-fi filter, fading saxophone, final smoky whisper] Payment is bitter and payment is burial, But for a moment the current was pure. Not a delusion or something aerial, Stronger than anything I can endure. [End: Sudden cold silence]
