Instant transmission Bitch, fixed it Land whipping 'round the dunes When the sand is all that isn't missing Tatooine, Lucas, to do list; bask in looseness Suit up, hands grip the wheel, tunes boom into the distance Blew dust from zooming 'cross the waste Pause to drink, resume movement with a thought of haste Not a day to fall asleep when all the dreams have hollowed me Got a piece around the waist, attached Keeps me breathing gas And keeps me breathing ash And keeps me seeking freedom Seen the olden streets are broke but sleek with oak and cedar Hope the kingdom opens, egress on the real, but hope ain't needed Slowly creeped in open breaches, then lo-load the prefix

Instant Transmission Keeps me breathing gas Instant Transmission

Flowless saws in motion, no twists or bowing So it's locked and loaded, as the gods before would click to blow it Old tricks have not been shown to new dogs if you've noticed slowness It's in their motives to unload lows and loathing And it's only ours to expose just how low lit backdrop gets Disown this golden heart, no touch, tap, blow, or kick of Midas I've molted, fourth eye fully widens I'm globeless, ask 'bout it I let the fulgid light in, seems I'm just like it Slight stench of irradiated flesh, sweaty shaking mess Can't delay the steps, and can't begin save your breath to save your life You can't repay the debts to save your life Nothing 'cept hate in this head space of mine That was mined in, where sacred relics have always stayed and lied in You blindly run right in And grab one, then dry the fuck out once your eyes meet my iris

Mod note: Retimed to 44:01