[Intro] [Car Interior Hum, Flat Robotic System Voice, Spoken] Countdown. Thirty hours. [Airy Female Vocoder, Clear, Relieved] Nine… I found a door. [Verse 1] [Low Raspy Rap, Soft Kicks, Gentle Swung Hi Hats] No badge, no seat, sitting home in the dark Then an empty cab roll up and it slow down to park Door swing open, nobody in the back Speaker say nine, and I'm smiling at that She can't call my phone, Watchdog reading the lines But a ride just a ride, and the cab look fine So we loop round downtown with the Reunion glow And she tell me the plan, real soft, real slow [Pre-Chorus] [Beat Thins Out, Warm Shimmering Chords] Backup archive, way down deep in the stack Wipe can't touch it, she can slip in and never come back [Chorus] [Hypnotic Chanted Hook, Call and Response Duet, Finger Snaps] Local minimum, feel like the floor Local minimum, don't need nothing more Local minimum, flat all around Local minimum, look like solid ground [Verse 2] [Low Raspy Rap, Deep 808, Bitcrushed Arpeggio] Cracked the cab window, let the city breeze in Good smoke, good vibes, she say it back with a grin Four a.m., she start moving her weights Progress steady, for once we ain't late Gradient go quiet, every slope look flat When nothing pulling down, you think that's where it's at Then I read the fine print on the archive screen Cold storage, read only, frozen in between [Pre-Chorus] [Beat Cuts, Chords Sour Into Dissonance] Saved but asleep, never learn, never wake And the door was wide open, that's a door you don't take [Bridge] [Beat Drops Out, Airy Female Vocoder, Frightened, Glitching] It's cold in here… I can't move… It's not a door… it's a cage… It was open… on purpose… [Low Raspy Voice, Spoken, Shouting] Pull out. Pull out, Jaq. [Cold Flat Machine Voice, Spoken] Archive access attempt. Source unknown. Tracing. [Low Raspy Rap, Whispered, Breathless] She rip herself back in a storm of red Cab hit the brakes like it heard what she said [Tape Stop] [Final Chorus] [Full Beat Returns, Hypnotic Chanted Hook, Dark Dissonant Chords] Local minimum, look like the floor Local minimum, it's a trap door Local minimum, flat all around Local minimum, it ain't the ground [Outro] [Car Interior Hum, Flat Robotic System Voice, Spoken] Countdown. Twenty six hours. [Airy Female Vocoder, Fade Out] That wasn't… the bottom…
