[Verse 1] Karma came tap-dancing, sparks in her shoes, one tiny syllable splitting into twos. It slipped through her headphone, kicked open a door— one harmless little sound, then a thousand more. [Pre-Chorus] Jesus— Hey, Zeus— thunder wearing blue. One name takes a shortcut, another story slips through. [Chorus] Sin within, sin without, see in, see end, turn it inside out. Karma in the Matrix, Ma tricks join the show, one little glitch— and down the rabbit hole. [Verse 2] Earworm, word worm, bookworm, wormhole brain, follow one suspicious pun and hope finds another lane. Ai can mean love, but hear “I,” love staring at itself through one unblinking eye. Oui sounds like we, sí sounds like see, hai says yes while “hi” waves back at me. Same tiny sound, different little door, same breath changing costumes, then changing once more. [Chorus] Sin within, sin without, see in, see end, turn it inside out. Karma in the Matrix, Ma tricks join the show, one little glitch— and down the rabbit hole. [Verse 3] Hell can mean bright, Gift can mean poison— languages flip meanings without asking permission. Energy used in transmissions of independence. Same sound shows up with something different to say, cross another language and it changes again anyway. Burro is butter, burro is also a donkey— same little word, different worlds tho make that funky. Then the donkey hits a passage, walls closing tight, sees an angel standing there hidden from the rider’s sight. Rider sees a problem, donkey sees the sword— sometimes what looks stubborn sees something you ignored. Karma raises one brow: “Which one sees it right?” the matrix whispers, “Depends who’s holding sight.” [Wordplay Turn] Together— to get her— now somebody’s on the run. History— his story— depends who’s telling one. Alone? All one. Funny what a space can do. Amen— a-men— another doorway coming through. Personality— person, reality, cut it where you want and meet another possibility. One little pause, one tiny seam, and suddenly the sentence starts telling another dream. [Pre-Chorus] Same tiny sound, different little door, one story hides another— then another under more. [Chorus] Sin within, sin without, see in, see end, turn it inside out. Karma in the Matrix, Ma tricks join the show, one little glitch— and down the rabbit hole. [Bridge] See in. See end. Seen. Scene. Love in the I, we in the oui, see in the sí— now who is watching me? Sin means “without,” but listen again: without seeing in, what are you seeing then? judgement? A word gets stuck, then the thought gets wide, a tiny hinge swings open and the room flips inside. One sound bends, one story splits, one thought jumps— Click. Wormhole. [Breakdown] Zeus in the thunder, Jesus in the name, Karma in the Matrix— who rearranged the game? His story, history, all one, alone. To get her, together— which one feels like home? Donkey in the passage seeing what you missed, butter becomes burro— add another twist. Earworm to rabbit hole, rabbit hole to space, follow one thought far enough and wind up someplace strange. Meaning doesn’t need a fake mustache, while truth changes its clothes, Karma keeps tap-dancing where the next door goes. [Final Chorus] Sin within, sin without, see in, see end, turn it inside out. Karma in the Matrix, Ma tricks join the show, stories inside stories— how deep can a sound go? Earworm, rabbit hole, wormhole in the sound, one meaning opens, another circles round. Ai in the I, we in the oui, see in the sí— what else is hiding here? Together, to get her, all one, alone, his story becomes history depending how it’s told. Jesus— Hey, Zeus— somewhere thunder rolls. A donkey sees an angel, and down another hole— we go. [Outro] Karma keeps tap-dancing, manufacturing more sound. The matrix keeps smiling. Another door— found.
