[INTRO] Lemon light, meringue moon, mellow mood in midnight room Pan Fryer dreamed a pie so wide it could not fit the bowl Silken citrine, saintly cream, peak on peak in candled gleam He drew the blade with laughing care and started shaping soul (returning to center once more) [VERSE 1] Too vast for vessel, too grand for glaze, too rich for common plating So Pan made patience out of hunger, made arrangement out of waiting Carving calm in curling swaths, ornate and almost architectural A zen thing born from citrus thunder, sweet, severe, and spectral All along he hydrates, eats well, learns, experiences Layer by layer the lemon teaches luminous obediences Not stuck on anything, no cling, no panic in the hand Just golden sections, sugared sermons, cream obeying spooned command [PRE-CHORUS] Stress precedes all growth That is the proof, it's in my oath Change is the pressure that polishes form Soft little sweetness made regal through storm (Legends written in permanent ink) on my body for 20 years [CHORUS] Lemon plumb lemon, level square level Slice comes subtle, settle quick metal Pan Fryer turned the pie into expression of power Curd and cloud in a carved bright tower Do not panic at Pan's Pipes, pretty people get pied Peak by peak each one a steeple Protect the vibe lemon cuts clean Meringue mean and a marrow-deep sheen Foresight allows for such gentle of transitions. It's true that Pan Fryer needs to find a home. [VERSE 2] "I do not stress the room for fun, I shape profoundly relevant tension" A surgeon cut is not aggression, it is disciplined invention What good taste lasts if randos ruin the princess mood at table Guard the party, guard the flavor, keep beautiful things stable Even in a place visited once, there is taste to pick up A chance to witness someone trying, a chance to lift the cup Kindness at least, and if I am crude then check me by true principle But do not flinch from transformation just because the turn looks difficult (impacts felt across the globe) [PRE-CHORUS] Definition fades as the rhythm is repeated Still strong wiser hand steadies the sweets The root of panic is Pan, watch what they say Just do not panic, have a taste and pass the tray [CHORUS] Lemon plumb lemon, level square level Slice comes subtle, settle quick metal Pan Fryer turned the pie into flowing power Curd and cloud in a carved bright tower Do not panic at Pan's Pipes, pretty people get pied Peak by peak each one a steeple Protect the vibe lemon cuts clean Meringue mean and a marrow-deep sheen Foresight allows for such gentle of transitions. It's true that Pan Fryer needs to find a home. (Emotionally bankrupt westerners maybe just don't deserve access) [BRIDGE] He could have smashed it, stashed it, trashed it in ecstatic appetite Instead he made an ornate offering out of appetite and light A village in the vision, one hundred thousand copies strong Each one fed by form and fairness, each one humming the same fundamental song Creator all powerful, citrus all flowerful, A pretty smile blossoms music in Pan's heart Knife line bright and bowl too small, but the spirit still bountiful This is the honor of the role To make from sweet excess a lucid whole [BREAKDOWN] Carved craved open handed Calm in the core Serve some more Cream on the curve Gold light packaged at the pour Sweeter than sweet stress Bless what changed Mindful awareness manifests the blessing Best bites are going to bloom When the dream gets rearranged into this joyful room [FINAL CHORUS] Lemon plumb lemon, level square level Pan stayed playful, never soul disheveled He made zen thing out of delectable star Showed the world what finest arrangements are Lemon square lemon, lightning shocked ether Curd like sun and cream like weather Too big for the bowl but fits in the soul Pan Fryer plated the impossible whole made it for them to start them off right I don't know that I have all the time and patience needed anyways. [OUTRO] So if your blessing comes too big for the bowl Do not waste it, do not fold Cut it clean and keep the vibe Make it beautiful We let the bright ones dine Pan Fryer is getting old, you guys. it's time for the work to manifest How in the world is there no reaction? no willingness to adapt from largely disenfranchised communities. if you only play smarter, you can reach a daily freedom so Pan is never sorry, when it's time to leave. You choose your burdens. no one has to carry them with you. Some transcendent grand strategists though call them philosopher royalty can make it a good bit tastier than it was. Centuries of human effort have gone into pushing Good and bad folk Good and bad intentions All of it, couldnt avoid the late game of capitalism the numbers are broken
