firecracker

[Intro] [distorted drum machine beat, saturated kick, metallic snare] [gritty synth bass enters] [Verse 1] [spoken male vocals] You are famous in another world. You can fly there. People respect you. Whether they agree with what you're doing or not, they respect you and they align themselves with you whenever possible. This world is not your home. You're not from here. You're stuck here temporarily, but you'll be leaving soon. You'll be going far away, somewhere you saw once but you can't quite remember it. When you get there, it will feel like an old, mostly forgotten dream. Real. It will feel like digging up a buried memory, but it's better now than it was then. [record scratch] [Verse 2] They've been keeping up with you in this world and recently finished redesigning it in your image. You've never imagined anything this fantastic. You won't have to put up with this shit much longer, my friend. It's almost over. You've survived the worst. The denizens of that better place will roll out the fucking red carpet for you when you arrive. You've never met them, but they've certainly heard of you. Your fame precedes you in grand style. These people feel the same way about you that you feel about the famous people here. You know how that one hit song makes you feel? These people feel that way about the things that you've done. They can't wait to make your acquaintance in the flesh. You'll be like the new starting center for their basketball team, just traded in from a team that never deserved you. As you take the court, kid, you can be high-fived. It's been a long time. You got an unfair sentence, years stacked like dollar bargain books, so high they obscured the golden light that was, is, your destiny. But it will still be there nonetheless, simply by virtue of your patience. [Outro] [dissonant synth lead fades] [drum machine beat continues to a hard stop]