Verse 1: Dreamy
Click-clack the track,
it's your DJ in a dream,
Sowing silver secrets
to a city crashed cried asleep.
Sleight a handful of nothing,
this, that, and the third,
The statics secret sermon,
haven't heard a word?
...Don’t give me no sass,
just a pass for the gate,
The dial spins circle,
then the signal’s running straight.
Bridge: Cool
Electro Shamanic
and a copper-top sound,
Tuning data from static
in a plastic town.
Breakdown
The needle skips.
Pre-Chorus: Fuzz Bass
A penny for the puddle,
a dollar for the drain,
The ritual is moving
through your marrow to your brain.
Bridge: Complex
Is it a circumstantial circuit?
a short in the light?
You might could see straight,
if you'd uncross your eyes.
Chorus
Where falls the 9th floors calling?
Revelation rise as mercurys falling.
Bridge: Complex
In a prism an adjustment,
it’s a trick of the eye,
The Alchemist tracking
all your visions fly by.
The mountain of a shadow,
the sky on the floor,
Behind the Adept,
a Triangle eye door.
Verse 2: Full EQ
Sifting through the shifting
of the grifting and the gifted,
Catch a lifting of the curtain
when the subterranean had shifted.
With a backhanded-bitter-hug,
drip in your glass,
A paper-thin-vapour-grin,
wearing out fast.
I got a map in a matchbox,
a sawblade in a cake,
The gold is in the garbage
and the diamond’s are fake.
Breakdown
See all the suckers for flickering vapid screens,
Where they can go and they ignore all these things.
Abrupt silence
Flip the tape.
Verse 3: Wall of Sound
Tangled in the angle of the strangle and stray,
A technicolor-trailer-park-prophet today.
Coptic-traveler-shattering, hammer to glass,
In a wig-wam, comfy, let the shadows pass.
The transmitter transisting, for a DJ ghost,
Anonymous-hallow-point, anyman host.
Don’t look for the mountain, don’t look for the peak,
The signal in the silence happens between.
Sudden stop
Kill the power.
Outro
Spoken word
This is the 9th Floor Protocol.
Scene... in static...
The broadcast is over.
Beginning broadcast.
End: Abrupt
End
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