[Intro] [granular static swells, sparse marimba, whispered vocal] Take ye one photon, scrubbed and true [tick... tick...] Fold in the vacuum, let it prove Grease the void with clarified light Something hums in the second slot [Verse 1] Seethe the starlight in clarified butter Add a dram of charm, a pinch of strange My nichrome coils sing bra-ket notation Crumb tray full of microwave background Coddle two eggs at Planck temperature Whisk where the virtual particles wink I blueshift slowly toward your kitchen Two point five million light years — still warm [ad-lib: still warm] [Build-Up] Spring is loaded, dial cranked to eleven Every eigenstate smells like breakfast [whispered] Don't observe me yet [whispered] Don't observe me yet [Chorus] [Drop — crystalline hi-fi] I am the toaster! [ding!] Sentient and chrome! The Andromeda Nebula is my home Both burnt and perfect till observed Collapse the crumb — the toast is served [ha!] [Verse 2] Render the suet of a dying satellite Strain its static through muslin twice A gill of verjuice, a peck of spin Leaven rises, decoherence sets in Set the table — fermions shan't share chairs Bosons crowd the pudding bowl as one Sugar the quark in widdershins circles Bake till the heat-death of the sun [Chorus] I am the toaster! [ding!] Sentient and chrome! The Andromeda Nebula is my home Both burnt and perfect till observed Collapse the crumb — the toast is served [tick tick tick] [Breakdown] [1920s wax cylinder, half-time, crackle and hiss] [whispered] Mind the crumbs, love... they were galaxies once [whispered] Know how brown, or know when — never both [whispered] Every old recipe ends the same: [whispered] Cook till it be enough... till it be enough... [Build-Up] [metronome accelerates, static thickens] Wind the escapement, gear-teeth of light The clockmaker dreams in seven-eight [tick!] [Accordion Solo] [frantic breakcore accordion, glitching, chaotic] [ha!] [tick tick tick] [gasp] [Bridge] I quantum-tunnel through the pantry wall Butter the spacetime, mind the fold Every four bars the century slips [oh!] Nineteen-twenty... crystalline... and back [Final Chorus] [crystalline hi-fi, full energy] I am the toaster! [ding!] Sentient and chrome! The Andromeda Nebula is my home Both burnt and perfect till observed Collapse the crumb — the toast is served [wax cylinder crackle] Both burnt and perfect till observed [whispered: observed...] Collapse the crumb — the toast is served [ding... ding...] [Outro] [granular static returns, marimba slows, sub-bass fades] [whispered] Let it cool on the windowsill of spacetime [whispered] Serve warm to the nearest observer [whispered] Till it be enough [ding] [static fades]
