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{cyclical dizzying lo-fi
synth chord loop, warm warped tone,
crackling vinyl static, 68 BPM,
key of
D minor} Dialing another number,
listening to the tone Another automated voice on a cold screen phone
They said to call back,
said to talk to him Now I'm staring at a hallway where
the lights are dim Passed me down the line,
handed off the file Told me wait a minute,
told me wait a while Desk to desk,
door to door, tracking down a ghost Losing my mind when I
need it the most
Just a cog in the wheel,
just a name on a page
Running out of gas,
running into my rage
Nobody's got the folder,
nobody knows the name
Just a bunch of suits playing a crooked game
{breathless male melodic rap-singing,
flat burnt-out delivery, dry sharp snare,
panning hi-hats} I’m getting the runaround,
spinning in a loop
They got me jumping through another little hoop
Person to person, face to face
Tiring myself out running in place
Nobody’s got an answer,
nobody’s got a clue
Just point the finger and they pass me to you
Yeah, I'm burning out fast,
running on elite
Going round in circles till I drop to my feet {heavy muffled
808 drop, wider dizzying chord loop,
claustrophobic delays} "That's a different department,
that's a different floor"
Every single answer is a locked up door
My shoes are wearing thin from the miles I walked
My throat is getting dry from the walls I talked They don't
look me in the eye,
they just look at the clock
Leaving me stranded at the edge of the dock
I need a straight line but they give me a maze
Wasting my life away inside of this haze
How am I supposed to build when the ground is a lie?
How am I supposed to fly when the sky is dry?
Tired of the smiles and the polite "no's"
Tired of the way that the bureaucracy flows {vocals buried in dizzying
room reverb, heavy slow footsteps rhythm,
high-pitched
ringing synth artifact} I’m getting the runaround,
spinning in a loop
They got me jumping through another little hoop
Person to person, face to face
Tiring myself out running in place
Nobody’s got an answer,
nobody’s got a clue
Just point the finger and they pass me to you
Yeah, I'm burning out fast,
running on elite
Going round in circles till I drop to my feet {distorted 808
saturated tail, heavy breathing in the stereo field} Please hold...
leave a message... Nobody knows...
Just another door closed...
{warped dizzying chord loop slowing down,
tape-stop
effect, lingering delays, fading
out to
silence}