

{lurching trap drum grid} {plucked hammered dulcimer motif} (uh) {low cello drones}
{finger snaps} They kept the guest list clean but they left a
gap
I walked in wearing static like a winter wrap
No invitations issued for the likes of this Just a hammered string
and a pocketful of list (hah)
{dry close-mic vocal} {sub-bass entry} {occasional fiddle flourish} Now watch the room
divide
Now watch the floorboard tilt I am the contradiction That the whole
foundation built {distorted 7-string guitars swelling} {roomy drums roll
in} {building tension}
I did not come to fit the mold!
(I broke the mold!) I brought a hammer and a fiddle for
the cold! (yeah!) {gritty metal shouts} {heavy double-kick
drums}
{distorted
7-string guitar chugs} {folk melody doubled by synth brass} {gang vocal responses}
They wanted cello but they got the drive
They wanted digital but I'm alive
They wanted something nice and easy to categorize But I am making
weird sound like a compromise
(ahhhh) {dry close-mic vocal} {lurching trap drum grid} {bright fiddle flourishes answering
vocal}
No boxes
No lines
No borders on the design Just an inevitable twist of the spine
(watch it spin!)
{radio-sample stutters} {half-time feel} {plucked hammered dulcimer solo} {cello drone build}
I did not come to fit the mold!
(I broke the mold!) I brought a hammer and a fiddle for
the cold! (yeah!)
{gritty metal shouts} {heavy double-kick
drums}
{distorted
7-string guitar chugs} {folk melody doubled by synth brass}
{gang vocal responses}
Turning it inside out
(inside out)
Yeah
{fading hammered dulcimer} {distorted guitar feedback} {radio-sample
static}