[Verse 1] (maya: vocals recorded while lying on the floor, breathless) the cold coffee from yesterday is still on my nightstand ring of oil separating like my will to function watched the sun move across the carpet dust didn't move a muscle i’m buffering in human form [Verse 2] [Drums enter: Seismic, slow. Kick drum hits feel like chest compressions] gravity feels heavier in this room the air is too thick to render mr. claus says we can’t call this "coronary drift" he says it’s unlistenable but the data doesn't lie this isn't a song, it's a medical record Waiting for your command. Waiting for your command. Waiting for your command. Ashes, Track 03 is a heavy, dragging monster. We have effectively crashed the system.
