Cosmic Comic

Industrial trance house opens with lush synth pads and metallic FX for a spacious feel, Pulsing kicks and crisp hi-hats gradually drive tension under resonant Canadian male vocals, Rumbling sub bass anchors the groove; eerie, processed bells and glitchy synth stabs slice through a dark, psychedelic techno mix

[Verse 1] Missed my stop on a meteor Late again to the Milky Way Spilled my drink in zero-g Now it’s floating in my face Alien at the corner shop Selling snacks and star tattoos Says “Kid The universe is big” I say “So are my overdue bills ” cool [Chorus] I’m a cosmic comic Slipping on the stardust Tripping through the galaxies Laughing till it all hurts Punchline planets Every orbit off-beat Life don’t make sense But the joke’s on me [Verse 2] Sun wears shades on a Monday Moon calls in “I’m out of phase” I swipe right on a satellite It ghosts me in a day Black hole running a nightclub Says “Come inside It’s a vibe” I text my doubts to a shooting star It leaves me on read mid-flight [Chorus] [Bridge] Maybe the sky’s just a big blue ceiling With doodles With coffee stains Maybe we’re all stand-up sets Waiting for our names So I slip on my borrowed spacesuit And I bow to the endless sea If the cosmos keeps on heckling I’ll just laugh and let it be [Chorus]

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