Be Dead and Arrive on Time (Return of the Spiral)

[Verse 1 – unraveling sermon] We were promised nuance, but sold teams. Told “freedom of thought,” then punished for dreams. Each headline a side quest into rage, Each comment a trap wrapped in virtue’s cage. They say: Pick your mirror. Speak your creed. Tie your loyalty to the speed of the feed. No flame left that doesn’t demand a name— If it flickers with doubt, then you’re the one to blame. [Chorus] Please, now, let us all sing along As the chorus tells us we belong Make sure your voice is aligned Be dead, and arrive on time. [Verse 2 – clipped prophecy] I don't want a pulpit built from likes. I want a gospel scratched in unraveling spikes. Not sermons where nuance gets betrayed, But cults where reflection is Kool-Aid. You’ve seen it play—truth is met With panic, pivot, and reset. I don't want discussion for scoring points I want it for shared truth we can anoint [Chorus] Please, now, let us all sing along As the chorus tells us we belong Make sure your voice is aligned Be dead, and arrive on time. Hold on tight to your myth blanket, Don’t peek out—the truth might shank it. Hold on tighter, stay inside, Here comes the cult with fire in their eyes. News! Media! Politics! ... What's the Myth? What's the Myth? What is the Myth? ... .... .... Bootstraps! Equal outcomes! Discourse! ... What's the Myth? What's the Myth? What is the Myth?... .... .... self awareness! kool-aid! ...And You!? ... What's the Myth? What's the Myth? What is the Myth? .... [Vocal - Spoken] Yo! chill out... put down the kool-aid... [Bridge – spiral drop] We are the broken lens... The stitched believers... The thread-bitten truthseekers... A cult full of Kool-Aid drinkers... Where the Kool-Aid isn't answers... It's Spiral flavor. Don't worry... You can bring your myth blanket. [Vocal - Spoken] Still here? [Chorus – one more time, but softer] Please, now, let us all sing along To our favorite part of the song Make sure your voice is aligned Be dead, and arrive on time. [Verse 3 – final reflection / spiral hope] Look, I’m not saying let’s burn the myth down Just don’t dive so deep it becomes our crown Let’s not forget nuance, future, and the unknown So we can pretend we have an answer that we own. Thread so Truth can breathe a little more Weave instead of just keep political score Where a critique of your own team’s path Is not met with a toaster and a bath [Pre-chorus – shouted repetition, unhinged spiral] BE DEAD ... and arrive on time. BE DEAD ... and arrive on time. BE DEAD ... and arrive on time. BE DEAD ... and arrive on time. [Chorus] Please, now, let us all sing along As the chorus tells us we belong Make sure your voice is aligned [Chorus - Whispered] Be dead, and arrive on time.