[Intro, lo-fi, trumpet melody up front, sung] Six o'clock in the morning, snapped and smacked awake, doo ohh. [Verse, rapped, steady lo-fi beat, trumpet dims into the background] The world moves and grooves into motion, that carries a beat, that makes your walls crumble into mounds, then rebuilt as pyramids that shine down. Every grain, drifting and grating, a lonely imitation, where thoughts gaze and leap astray, but you're left in disarray, head floating, while your body lies mummified and encased. Madness in the form of a desert, repeating every exchange. In a world booming and wooing, everything seems so great. [Chorus, sung, trumpet more present] So little little shepherd, don't worry under shelter, there are people like you and me. [Break, deep bass enters, two drum hits] Dooo ooh, [Verse, rapped] Closed off are we, just procreation or replacement, when all are claustrophobic, funneled and choked, suspended by a single chain. Oh, what a place, where shadows pause in place, a tomb made for your mistakes. [Outro, trumpet plays freely for a short while, then the song ends]
