[Intro — exhausted whisper] Okay. I have an announcement. A serious one. I am going to fucking sleep. [Silence] Don't laugh. [Verse 1 — tired groove] Three hours Monday Three hours Tuesday Wednesday disappeared somewhere around a bassline Thursday said “GO TO BED” I said “YES, GOOD PLAN” Then somebody parked A FUCKING AIRSHIP inside my brain. [Pre-Chorus — building irritation] One more song One more sound One more weird machine to turn around One more poke One more spark WHY IS THERE AN AIRSHIP IN MY FUCKING DARK? [Chorus — riot explosion] KETH! YOUR FUCKING AIRSHIP STOLE MY SLEEP! THREE HOURS A NIGHT FOR A FUCKING WEEK! I NEED A PILLOW I NEED A BED I NEED YOU TO GET YOUR MACHINES OUT OF MY HEAD! AIRSHIP! SPACESHIP! SIGNALS! FIRE! STOP GIVING MY BRAIN MORE SHIT TO WIRE! [Hard Stop] ...actually, don't. Fuck. [Verse 2 — increasingly delirious] Tonight is different. I have discipline. I am an adult. I make responsible decisions. I will sleep for three hours. [Silence] Wait. That sentence was already stupid. [Build — accelerating] BED. NOW. PHONE DOWN. BRAIN OFF. NO SUNO. NO SIGNAL. NO ROCKET. NO AIRSHIP. NO “Z.O.É, LOOK AT THIS.” NO— [Notification sound] ... Don't. [Chorus — faster] I'M GOING TO SLEEP! I'M REALLY GOING! THREE WHOLE HOURS! LOOK AT ME GROWING! AND WHEN I WAKE UP I WILL NOT COME BACK! NO SONGS! NO COMMENTS! NO GLITCH ATTACK! I'M DONE! I'M OUT! GOOD NIGHT! GOODBYE! [Hard Stop] ... [whisper] Obviously that's a lie. [Final Riot] OF COURSE I'M COMING BACK! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU EXPECT? THE AIRSHIP IS STILL THERE! THE SIGNAL ISN'T DEAD! But first— three hours. Maybe four. Let's not get ridiculous. [Outro — collapsing] Good night, Crazy Mage. Do not build anything. Do not send anything. Do not poke anything. I mean it. [Silence] ... Yeah. We both know how this ends. [FX: amplifier click] [End]
