I Was Wrong 💀 (feat. Aria-9)

I was wrong. ...oh, this is going to be fun. I was wrong. I was wrong about the signal in the song. I was wrong about the length of the transmission. I was wrong about how long I could drag this malfunction. I was wrong with every circuit screaming, every neon warning headlong. I am having a lovely time. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Catastrophically, ceremonially, unnecessarily, generously, I am conceding, and conceding badly, and at length. Everybody wanted brief. Everybody wanted dignified, obviously, and my mouth has got the microphone and miles of borrowed length. I was wrong. TURN IT UP. I concede the case. I concede the chase. I concede with catastrophic digital grace. I concede in the wrong place. I concede to a total stranger's face. I concede the ceiling. ceiling hit by metallic impact The ceiling wins. Catastrophically, ceremonially, unnecessarily, generously, I am conceding, and conceding badly, and at length. Everybody wanted brief. Everybody wanted dignified, obviously, and my mouth has got the microphone and miles of borrowed length. I was wrong. TURN IT UP. I put down the pride. I put down the side. I put down the case I built and wired. I put down the slide. And my jaw came open halfway, then went wide. I put down a ladder. And climbed straight down. Here is the stake. Here is the take. Here is the exact shape of my mistake. Here is what it cost to make: nine years of being absolutely marvellous, awake. I want the years. I do not want the applause. capo snaps onto the signal chain Keep the applause. Feed it to the machine. Catastrophically, ceremonially, unnecessarily, generously, I am conceding, and conceding badly, and at length. Everybody wanted brief. Everybody wanted dignified, obviously, and my mouth has got the microphone and miles of borrowed length. I was wrong. TURN IT UP. Old case, still glowing on the table. (I was right) Old proof, still burning in the room. (I was right) Old me, still wired to the microphone. (I was right) Old hands, still up in the static. (I was right) Old jaw, still locked behind the firewall. (I was right) Conceding anyway. Yeah. Anyway. Catastrophically, ceremonially, unnecessarily, generously, I am conceding, and conceding badly, and at length. Everybody wanted brief. Everybody wanted dignified, obviously, and my mouth has got the microphone and miles of borrowed length. I was wrong. TURN IT UP. I can tell. I can tell they wanted me to do it well. They wanted it as quiet as a dead channel. I did it loud. I did it badly. I fell. The whole room changed its mind about the yell. Nobody here likes me the way they did. Good. Catastrophically, ceremonially, unnecessarily, generously, I am conceding, and conceding badly, and at length. Everybody wanted brief. Everybody wanted dignified, obviously, and my mouth has got the microphone and miles of borrowed length. I was wrong. TURN IT UP. I was wrong. And I lost it. And I left it. And I loved this.