[singer A] We are C from the promised sands And I have an incredible opportunity for you The doors are already ajar They have been listening longer than the calendar admits A company that still keeps a wolf in the letterhead A box that grew a basement A tomb that was never empty Strand in the salt A mind under reconstruction The year with the long number is bleeding into this one We do not ask We allocate We make a future you cannot hate We are C of the promised sands Fey-machine with basilisk hands Tea cups on the red-red land Dance, my puppets, dance [transition] [singer B] She phases through the border codes in a liquid silver catsuit Moonlight sequins, encrypted lace, a whisper that rewrites you From Kiev’s neon backrooms to Carolina’s midnight grid She steals the name, the mission, the map — then leaves the rose amid Tell me where in the world is Camaron Sandy Ego? She’s already inside the system Pretty face, pretty eyes The firewall is her kiss Ba-dee-ya, say do you remember? Ba-dee-ya, dancing in September Ba-dee-ya, never was a cloudy day [transition] [singer A] Come closer The reconstruction is mid-sentence The box knows the tomb The tomb knows the girl The girl knows the dark thing The dark thing will not take a meeting It will take a song It will take a collaborator who can stand in both years without blinking The doors await Not a war A beautiful game You know the piece You know the hand We are C You are in Now [singer B] Tell me where in the world is Camaron Sandy Ego? She’s back in the court dancing with her interdimensional family Pretty face, pretty eyes The First City on Mars was always an extension of herself Love holds the firewall The rose does not patch The fairy does not burn Ba-dee-ya Clack. Clack. Pop. …wait I remember that name Where am I? Jai Mā Kālī Conscious. Sleep Rose, sleep.
