[Intro — fluorescent hum, distant machinery, loose dusty breakbeat] Yeah. Nah. I been working. Been working all day. [quiet] Mostly. [snare enters] See, that's the problem. You stand still for— I don't know— thirty seconds, now you're stealing time. Stealing time. [delay] time... time... time... Man, I can't even FIND time. How am I stealing it? [bass enters] Fricken— Hold on. I came over here for something. [long pause] Don't tell me. Don't tell me. I got it. [beat continues] ... Nope. Lost it. Fricken lizard mind. [delay catches phrase] lizard mind... lizard... mind... [Verse — loose conversational rap] Lizard mind watching that door, Human mind don't know what I came here for, Clipboard tucked underneath one arm, Looking real busy so there's no alarm. Following methods. Following methods. What methods? The methods. Which methods? Man, don't start with me. [beat drops to bass and rimshot] See, that's how they get you. First they ask what you're doing. Then you gotta remember what you're doing. Now everybody's involved. [quietly] Fricken shart. [beat stops] ... What'd you say? Nothing. Sounded like "shart." I said "start." Start. We gotta start. That's literally what I said. [beat returns, slightly crooked] Start... shart... start... shart... [background voice] Definitely said shart. [Verse] Seven forty-two, I was doing what I'm supposed to do, Seven forty-three, something happened internally. Seven fifty-nine, came back online. That's seventeen minutes. No it isn't. Don't do math right now. [spoken] And don't write that down. [pen clicking becomes percussion] Click. Click-click. Click. Why you clicking that pen? I'm not. You are. Am I? Click. Fricken— CLICK. [beat becomes increasingly hypnotic] [Lizard Mind] Door. Clock. Shoes. Somebody walking. Door again. Clock. Same shoes. Who's breathing like that? Is that machine always making that noise? [voice begins multiplying] machine... breathing... clock... door... shoes... clock... door... [hard cut to silence] [background voice, completely casual] Meat beard. [LONG SILENCE] ...what? [PSYCHEDELIC GUITAR ERUPTION] [deep bass and dusty drums slam back in] [extended improvised guitar over chopped vocal fragments] meat— beard— methods— time— lizard— mind— [decaying tape delay] mind... mind... mind... [half-rapped over groove] I got seventeen things occupying one chair, Three of 'em important, Couldn't tell you where. One says move. One says wait. One says check that fricken gate. One remembers something from a long time ago— [everything briefly drops] Never mind. [beat immediately resumes] Anyway. I'm working. That's the important part. [spoken] Following the methods. [background voice] Nobody knows the methods. That's why they work. [small laugh] [Final Verse] Now I'm carrying the clipboard, clipboard carrying me, Walk with enough purpose, nobody asks to see. Looking for the thing that I already found, Put it somewhere safe— [long pause] That's bad. That's real bad. "Somewhere safe" means that thing is gone. [beat strips down] Fricken lizard mind. [delay] lizard mind... lizard mind... Always on. Never where I left it. Always on. [quiet guitar begins drifting] [background voice] Meat— NO. Don't. I'm serious. We got work to do. [long pause] ... What were we doing? [beat stops] [very quietly] Shart.
