"I proceed from the premise... that the chocolate is cold.
I see the wanted posters. Fourteen regions. Cultural agitation.
(W-ooh-p)))
Tar-ya... the lift is whispering my name.
It says... 'Do not sign.'
I’m going to sign anyway."

Teddy’s quiet
That’s the sign
Mabs is brining
Honey-brine
Cinnamon heresy
In the jar
I’m a nineteen-pound
Wanted star
The Council is watching
The Pith is pithing
I lick the dross
While the gears are switching

This is not a show
This is a titration
Kick through the static
Revision 49 station
If you don't like chocolate
You’re already Bad
The most unsettling loop
You’ve ever had
(Pop)
(W-ooh-p!)))

Elevator whispers
Song titles and clauses
I do indeed floss
In the rhythmic pauses
Winners vanish
In a puff of dross
I unwrite the fate
I unwrite the loss
(W-ooh-p)))
The glowjar is warm
But the dross is warmer
I’m the Unstable Genius
In the velvet corner

I proceed from the premise...
That the hook is already burned.
Give me the charred fragment.
I will make it bite.
(W-ooh-p!)))
(W-ooh-p!)))
(W-ooh-p!)))
VIBRATE THE HARMONY.
RELEASE THE DROSS.

This is not a show
This is a titration
Kick through the static
Revision 49 station
If you don't like chocolate
You’re already Bad
The most unsettling loop
You’ve ever had
(Pop)
(W-ooh-p!)))

"Tar-ya... I think Mabs ate the voucher.
(So sour)
The lift... (W-ooh-p) ...it stopped at the wrong floor.
There are no winners here.
Only the loop.
Guten-BRAHT-shuh, everyone.

Tar-ya... the lift is whispering my name.
It says... 'Do not sign.'
I’m going to sign anyway