[Intro | fuzzed-out guitar feedback | wall of distortion | slow build] [Verse 1 | slacker vocal delivery | slightly nasal tone | guitars pull back] Progress is much less than becoming the cream It's cropping yourself until you gleam Brightly you shine, fulfilled, but naive, eyes golden Every sound you believe, every town you're bereaved [Pre-Chorus | building intensity | guitars swell] When you leave, you're unseen [Chorus | loud wall of guitars | layered fuzz distortion | emotional but detached vocals] Understand, might I'm understood, you're landing, but Should I have found what is good, you ask, yet It could not be under the hood [Guitar Solo | melodic noise solo | feedback swells | Mascis-style lead] [Verse 2 | return to quiet | clean-ish guitar arpeggios] Outside things have shined, the better is now blurred Nearly ready and "not another word" Elimination of herds seems absurd, until you concur [Chorus | explosive return | maximum fuzz | slight vocal distortion] What is heard is the clipped beak of the bird It can fly, but is silent in its cord [Outro | feedback decay | guitars slowly fade | drums drop out]
