[Intro] [audible breath] [Verse 1] [slow, labored male speech] Sup. I’m vacant. You may know me from the silence. [long pause, heavy breathing]I used to drift through P Town midnight lights… now I’m mumbling half-formed dreams, chasing echoed bedroom nights. J.j.j.jJ.j.josh just turns over to keep his dream-mouth tight. yo What the Cluck. Looks like his mind is stuck. D.d.d.D.d.dddddf.d.Don’t shake Josh awake, because he’s been long gone within. same old scene Same Routine Same Old Spin, And spin and spin and spin and Spin. and Spin! where do I begin? maybe at the start? see? fresh? sleep-dazed backseat spaced out. strip-mall... He’s talked through midnights. Many of you have heard him, many of you have not. He’s half-fading. And he is. [pause] His brain don’t wanna stay in his head. It does not wanna filter dreams anymore. [long pause] Last year he found out that he felt brain-dead inside. Not just a little gone, a bad kind of dead inside. [sound of paper rustling] So he’s been spilling this noise in the dark for y’all to drain out the static, to leave something behind. That was last November when he realized he was fried. He feels not well. [pause] There won’t be much signal left, guys. And Josh is talking in his sleep again.
