``` [INTRO] (Static hum at 110Hz. Rhythmic breath.) [VERSE 1] They want the smooth, the gold, the sticky lie I keep my grit in the jar, let the peanut butter fly They say honey draws them in, a sweet deceit But it’s the salt in the butter that makes the work complete (Breath.) *Tern* the page, see the swarm get lost in the glaze Man’s a glutton for the syrup, trapped in a golden haze But I’m buildin' a temple out of ground-up earth You want the truth or the sugar? Know what your life is worth. [CHORUS] Not lookin' for an exit, I’m lookin' for the gate They bring the honey to the altar, sealin' their own fate While I’m spreadin' the butter, thick on the crust of the day Watching the kingdom crumble in a systematic way. [VERSE 2] The Apostle’s dreamin' of a land of milk and light I’m dealin' with the ants, stayin' up through the night You think you’re chosen? You’re just a worker in the line Workin' for the Queen, drinkin' up the sour wine (Breath.) *Runnar* through the field, you’re just a speck in the dust Buildin' towers of Babel on a foundation of rust The honey’s for the weak, the butter’s for the bone And Thee-oh’s watchin' from the silence of the stone. [BRIDGE] (7/4 syncopated percussion.) Seven seals broken, and what do we find? A trail of crumbs left by a blindered mind The honey is a prison, a sticky, amber cell I’d rather have the grit of a reality that’s hell Than the false promise of a heaven sold in a jar Look up at the void—that’s just a long-dead star. [VERSE 3] Honey coats the tongue, silences the protest Butter builds the muscle, puts the spirit to the test I’m a strategist of the small, a mapper of the rot Seein' all the patterns that the honey-eaters forgot (Breath.) *Tern* the corner, find the truth in the grime We’re all just variables in a broken code of time. [OUTRO] (Thick fluid drip sound.) Honey’s for the trap. Butter’s for the road. (Final 110Hz pulse.) *Terminate.*
