[Intro] (Spacey, hypnotic synths swell, layered choir humming a minor chord progression) (Heavy, psychedelic funk bassline and wah-guitar slowly creep in) [Chorus] [Layered gospel choir, triumphant energy] There are five marks of the passion on the shell, they say White tests wash ashore where the heavy waters play Crack the center open, let the hidden white doves fly Living purple on the ocean floor, reaching for the sky Lord, the single-celled waters are glowing blue and green tonight! Echinoderm kings standing vertical in the light! [Verse 1] [Cerebral Spoken-Word Flow, no drums, atmospheric] Look beneath La Hoya shores, past the surface and the tourist gaze There are millions in the sand beds, locked in a deep purple haze Witness the pentameric symmetry, the ancient five-part plan Crafted not of hallowed sand at all, but the geometry of a higher hand They are related to the urchin, pressing their oral mouth to the earth Aboral side facing the heavens, calculating their worth Watch them stand up on the edge, shaped exactly like a biplane's wing Channeling the ocean current, makin' hydrodynamic physics sing This isn't just a shell, this is an ecosystem engineer Standing upright in the tide while the flowing water clears [Beat Drop] (Heavy, late-arriving 808 drums and hi-hats crash in) [Verse 2] [Melodic Trap Cadence, bouncy rhythmic triplets] Yeah, living tissue, giving off that purple sheen Skin around the skeleton, keeping it pristine Moving hair-like spines up in the deep While the smooth white dead tests wash up where the shallow waters creep Got the kelp bass rolling through, scratchin' off parasites Dinoflagellates flashing blue, lightnin' up these nights Mechanical disturbance makes this bay of ocean glow Got thousands in the bed, yeah they’re running the show Filter feed the phytoplankton, grabbing from the stream Living in the water like a bioluminescent dream [Chorus] [Layered gospel choir, drums pull back slightly, soaring and triumphant] There are five marks of the passion on the shell, they say White tests wash ashore where the heavy waters play Crack the center open, let the hidden white doves fly Living purple on the ocean floor, reaching for the sky Lord, the single-celled waters are glowing blue and green tonight! Echinoderm kings standing vertical in the light! [Bridge] [Beat strips down to booming kick drum and psychedelic funk bass] [Verse 3] [Forceful Baritone Street-Preacher Delivery, loud, gravelly, commanding] Listen to me! They are not souvenirs for your shelf! Leave them in the water, so they multiply their wealth! Tourist trade is stripping them, intentionally bleached so white! Dredging up the beaches then quenches out the light! But they're weatherin' the storm as giant swells breaks! These broadcast spawners, releasin' life in their wakes! Got Aristotle’s lantern chewing up the terrain! Five-part mouthpieces grinding through the pain! This skeleton's a test, the remnant left behind! But the purple still reigns, most resilient of their kind! [Outro] [Drums fade out entirely, spacey hypnotic synths and choir return, echoing] Leave the living where they lie... Let the single-celled algae glow... From Southeastern Alaska way down to Mexico... It's a test... (Synths slowly fade into the sound of crashing waves)
