Skillet Dance

[Verse 1] One pair of feet for a hundred hot pans A desperate map drawn by shaking hands The floor is a furnace, the air is a blur I’m moving so fast that I’m just a stir There’s no one behind me to pick up the slack The bridge is on fire and there’s no turning back. [Verse 2] You scream "Productivity" from the cool of the hall While I’m trying to catch every plate 'ere it falls I’m running on empty, I’m running on red With a mountain of "urgent" piled over my head You won't show me the handle, won't hand me a glove But you expect the precision of a clock from above. [Chorus] Doing the Skillet Dance, hopping on the rim The burners are white and my chances are slim You’re cranking the dials, screaming "More More More" While the feathers are smoking all over the floor You think it’s a victory, you think it’s a cruise But look at the menu—you’re cooking your goose [Bridge] No time to learn it. Just time to burn it. The "bench" is empty, the "well" is dry. You’re asking for gold from a hollowed-out sky. The redline is bleeding, the gauges are pinned— You’re sowing the storm and you’ll harvest the wind. [Outro] Clank. Sizzle. Pop. When the dancing stops... The kitchen is quiet. The feast is a loss. I hope you're hungry. I hope you're hungry.