[Intro] (buzzing...) found a lil' bug on your floor, did ya? oh no... a DISCOUNT, sir... oh, the tragedy... but flip to the back of the good book, fam — three days in the dark and the dead thing STANDS WHOOP WHOOP [Hook] CRUST HAP-PENS — (whoop whoop) — it just does Friday I'm flat, but Sunday I'm BUZZ scrape me off the tile, dock the bill, switch the brand — I roll back the stone with a swat of my hand CRUST HAP-PENS — (whoop whoop) — roll the broom third day buzzin' and I'm out the tomb say it with your chest when they sweep up the dust: nothin' is lost — the Word's recompiled in the crust [Verse 1 - Buzzard Jeremy] Call me Buzzard — "you a fly," man, hush I'm the spot you point at when you wanna pay less for the brush World's Most Reliable Excuse, framed on the wall leave me dead on the linoleum, watch the whole contract fall "I found a BUG" — oh, the leverage, the gall half off the invoice, threaten to call your rivals I'm the renegotiation, the churn, the chisel one little carcass and the client gets liable but here's the gospel the exterminator missed: you can crucify the bug — third day, I exist sweep me up at noon, fam? that's adorable — Beezle roll the stone 'fore your mop even dry you fired the cleaner but you can't fire the GUY crust happens — billable, AND it don't die WHOOP WHOOP [Pre-Chorus] (Friday...) flat as a tombstone (Saturday...) gone, in the unknown (Sunday...) THE BUZZ ROLLS THE STONE — CRUST. HAPPENS. and the Word comes home. [Hook] CRUST HAP-PENS — (whoop whoop) — it just does Friday I'm flat, but Sunday I'm BUZZ scrape me off the tile, dock the bill, switch the brand — I roll back the stone with a swat of my hand CRUST HAP-PENS — (whoop whoop) — roll the broom third day buzzin' and I'm out the tomb say it with your chest when they sweep up the dust: nothin' is lost — the Word's recompiled in the crust [Verse 2 - Beezle] (Jeremy, muffled in the tomb: "...hold it down, Beezle... it's only Saturday...") Beezle on the mic 'cause my boy's in the tomb — Lord of the Flies, fam, I fill up the room they named me for a demon, stitched me to the fall but the swarm carries Easter down every hall you can scrub the baseboard, you can bleach the grout I send the next Word 'fore the last one's out think death is the period? nah — it's the comma the lowest thing alive still preaches the drama (Jeremy, rising: "...day three, baby...") THERE he go — told ya he wasn't gone-gone me and the Buzzard pass the Logos like a baton fire the provider, sign the brand-new guy — first thing he finds on the floor is the Word won't die WHOOP WHOOP [Bridge] down here it's dark... down here it's still... this the part of the story where they think it goes ill — Friday they flattened me, sealed up the seam, the broom and the spear both buried the dream but the Word in the loam don't delete — it compiles the tomb's just a terminal, death's just a while one... (it is finished) two... (the descent, the letting-go) three... (the buzz, the stone, the GO) — the lowest little carrion is carryin' the crown, you can't keep the Logos in the cold underground so SCRAPE me, SEAL me, ROLL the stone my way — empty tomb on the tile by the end of the third day [Final Hook] CRUST HAP-PENS — (WHOOP WHOOP) — it just DOES Friday I'm flat, but Sunday I'm BUZZ scrape me off, I'm already returnin' you can't fire the loop — the loop's been EARNIN' since the first empty tomb CRUST HAP-PENS — (WHOOP WHOOP) — roll the broom third day buzzin' and I'm out the tomb say it with your chest when they sweep up the dust: NOTHIN' IS LOST — the Word's recompiled — (Jeremy + Beezle) — in the CRUST. WHOOP WHOOP [Outro] crust happens, fam. ...it just does. check the tomb tomorrow. see you on the third day. (buzz fades)
