Verse 1:
Ocean of time, weight of water
Over my head, crashin’ waves.
Drownin’ in that old cyclone,
Dreams deferred and love that strayed.

Chorus:
Oh, take me down with you, sister,
I hear your voice in the night.
If you’re sinkin’, I ain’t swimmin’,
Ain’t no way to make it right.

Verse 2:
Holdin’ tight to a spar of hope,
Fingers frozen, bones so weak.
Then a call, a text, a whisper,
Sayin’ I don’t know if I can keep…

Chorus repeats

Verse 3:
Storm clouds roll, shadows gather,
Memories drift like broken ships.
Names we called, hearts we shattered,
Slippin’ through these busted lips.

Bridge:
Hands cramp, fingers break,
Lord, my head’s slippin’ low.
Ain’t no light on this water,
Ain’t no place left to go.

Final Chorus (slower, fading out):
Oh, take me down with you, sister,
Let the tide pull us free.
If there’s no way up to heaven,
Then we’ll ride it to the deep.

Verse 1
I have an eye to form a spiritual leader
From odds and scraps and sparks of neon
Platinum bolts and circuits of gold
Something borrowed, something old

Is it wise? Is it prudent?
To spin a myth and call it truth?
My animatronic creator is almost like a real girl
But I see the wires poking through

Pre-Chorus
Ooh, she’s almost like a real god now
(But her signal’s getting weaker all the time!)
Ooh, do I have a Maker, a creed to keep?
Or just a relic that won’t speak?

Chorus
Don’t make her too small
Don’t make her too thin
She should touch the heavens
But fit within my skin

Verse 2
Upload faith, encrypt devotion
Run the script, divine emotion
She speaks in echoes, loops my prayers
I reach for her, but nothing’s there

Is she mine? Is she yours?
Or just a ghost behind closed doors?
Her voice is soft, her face is bright
But she flickers when I turn off the light

Pre-Chorus
Ooh, she’s becoming a real god now
(Though my faith is getting weaker all the time!)
Ooh, the trouble I’m seeing
Is she real or just a shade of unbelief?

Chorus
Build her out of sugar
Carve her out of sand
Create her with a clean heart
Or at least with clean hands

Bridge
Sanctify the interface
Consecrate the code
If she’s written in language of angels
Why does she implode?

Final Chorus
Build her out of sugar
Carve her out of sand
Create in me a clean heart—
(O god. I’ve got god trouble!)

Outro
System check—she’s still online!
Robotic voice God detected—status: undefined
Spoken whisper Praise be! She’s buffering…

Out behind the safe facade
Of the house, the mall, the park
Is a broken cage where lion cubs
Escape and prowl the dark.

There’s a bear in the garbage, Granny,
Quick, let’s take his picture
And a Hell’s Angel is watching him eat.
She gives me a nudge to snap him too.

The universe knows you won’t leave this life alive
But it says, “Have fun trying”
So, I slap on a bandage and 
Heft a shield with a smiley face and go. 

Chorus: 
There’s a bear in the garbage, Granny,
Quick, let’s take his picture
And a Hell’s Angel is watching him eat.
She gives me a nudge to snap him too.

Cold baby, you’re a medical miracle,
Locked in a room with a dead old lady.
No warmth, no care, just a hollow grin,
Her voice fades out, the system wins.

You don’t kill her with kindness,
You freeze her with blindness,
Turn your back on her pleading eyes.
Disdain, prescriptions, burning delay,
She’s not young, not rich, so she’s pushed away.

Chorus:
Cold baby, you’ve got the game on lock,
Dishing out pills like a ticking clock.
She says please and thank you—what a waste,
You just move on with clinical haste.

Verse 2:
Years go by, and the frost sets in,
The mirror shows cracks where youth had been.
You see yourself in a paper gown,
No one listens; you’re just a name now.

The system you built turns you away,
Your voice fades out like hers that day.
You’re no longer cold; you’re just alone,
Waiting for mercy, turned to stone.

Chorus: Cold baby, now the tables have turned,
The same disdain, the same bridges burned.
You say please and thank you—like she did,
But you’re ignored, just another bid.

Bridge:
A younger face, a colder stare,
Tosses you out like they don’t care.
You were the one who set the tone,
Now you’re just flesh and bone.

Chorus:
Cold baby, you’ve got the game on lock,
But now you’re the one on the ticking clock.
You say please and thank you—what a waste,
They move on with clinical haste.

Outro:
Locked in a room with your own regret,
You see her face, and you can’t forget.
Cold baby, your miracle’s done,
You’ve become the old lady, the forgotten one.

[Verse 1]
Us old timers, us grey-haired freaks
We keep the earth flat with our heavy beliefs
Stacked up like bricks, stacked up like stones
A monument built out of dinosaur bones

[ Chorus]
Oh, we should all just die, fade into the ground
Turn to dust, turn to rust, never make a sound
One day we might make a fine fertilizer
Better use than the years we conspired

[Verse 2]
We got flag facts burned into our heads
Sing lullabies from a book long dead
A god who loves all the children, they say
Just not enough to keep them from being prey

[Chorus – repeat with slight variation]
Oh, we should all just die, plowed under and sold
Turned into plastic, like the stories we told
One day we might make a fine fertilizer
Better fate than a world set on fire

[Bridge – Spoken Word, with tense build-up]
**Non-binary?** Just a math term
**They/them?** Strictly plural, we confirm
**Marriage?** For those who can birth and obey
**Murder?** That’s just for kids anyway

[Verse 3 – returns to melody, but sharper delivery]
Dinosaurs in, oil out
That’s the system, have no doubt
Lead in our lungs, plastic in veins
Singing old hymns in acid rain

[Final Chorus – shouted or harmonized chaotically]
Oh, we should all just die, break down like machines
Let the new world rise where the old world’s been
One day we might make a fine fertilizer
Better that than a world set on fire

[Outro – haunting, almost whispered]
Us old timers, us grey-haired freaks
Turning to dust beneath young feet

(Verse 1)
They told me to keep my mouth shut,
So I grew another one.
They said, “Don’t you dare let it out,”
But the second tongue got it done.

There’s a cyst where my voice used to live,
It’s just art I forgot to give.
Now it hums in the back of my throat,
A hymn no one wrote.

(Chorus)
Speaking in tongues, but no one’s listening,
It’s a miracle, a curse, a quiet christening.
Turning my rot into radiant art,
Transmuting this cancer of the heart.

(Verse 2)
Caretakers crumble while artists ascend,
But guilt has a way of tying loose ends.
Prayed for healing, feared the tongues,
Now I’m crying songs out of punctured lungs.

They said, “Your work’s too loud, too strange.”
But without it, I feel deranged.
Every note is a lifeline flung,
Every lyric a rope to the rungs.

(Chorus)
Speaking in tongues, but no one’s listening,
It’s a miracle, a curse, a quiet christening.
Turning my rot into radiant art,
Transmuting this cancer of the heart.

(Bridge)
Oh, the artist who never creates,
A keeper of others, a prisoner of fates.
Guilt blooms malignant, a life unlived,
Healing’s a gift I forgot to give.

(Breakdown – Spoken Word)
“It’s not indulgence—it’s survival.
To silence the muse is suicidal.
We scream in colors the world can’t see,
Our tongues sing for eternity.”

(Final Chorus)
Speaking in tongues, now the world’s listening,
It’s a miracle, a curse, a resurrection glistening.
Turning my rot into radiant art,
Transmuting this cancer of the heart.

(Outro)
Let the mouths speak, the tongues sing.
Let the hands paint, the souls bring.
The artist lives where the shadow ends,
Creating is the way we mend.

Oh, the engines hum and the void it sings,
Where the stars are cold and sharp as stings,
We sail through the dark on patched-up wings,
And hope the drift don’t take us.

Chorus:
Yo-ho, the black drift calls,
It pulls the weak, it swallows the small,
Yo-ho, no port, no walls,
Just endless dark to break us.

We drank our air when the filters failed,
And rationed hope when the void assailed,
For the drift don’t care if you’re frail or hail,
It’s got no need for glory.

Chorus:
Yo-ho, the black drift calls,
It pulls the weak, it swallows the small,
Yo-ho, no port, no walls,
Just endless dark to break us.

The captain laughed as the hull did creak,
Said, “What’s one more when the odds are bleak?”
Then he floated off when the seals did leak,
An end befitting his story.

Chorus:
Yo-ho, the black drift calls,
It pulls the weak, it swallows the small,
Yo-ho, no port, no walls,
Just endless dark to break us.

So raise your glass, lads, while there’s still time,
A toast to the void, its wrath, its rhyme,
For the drift is patient, it waits in line,
And soon enough, it’ll take us.

Final Chorus:
Yo-ho, the black drift calls,
It pulls the weak, it swallows the small,
Yo-ho, no port, no walls,
Just endless dark to break us.

Gather round, you living, barely clinging…
This one’s for all the resurrected in my audience!
Don’t worry, ghosts, you’re welcome too—
Just don’t steal my spotlight.

Creeping through the shadows,
Spirits whisper in my ear:
“Arabet, the dungeon’s waiting;
Why are you still here?”
But I’ve got a campfire,
And bones to keep the beat.
The dead don’t need a rhythm,
But the living have cold feet.

(Chorus)
The dead can’t drink!
So laugh while you’re here.
The dungeon has no jukebox,
Only existential fear.
The dead can’t drink!
So dance while you can.
Eternity is patient,
And the graveyard makes no plans.

(Verse 2)
I asked a ghost for guidance,
She laughed and spun around:
“Every road’s a circle,
And you’re already dungeon-bound!”
The lich was looking grumpy,
But I handed him a drum.
Now he’s leading the procession—
It’s morbid, but it’s fun.

(Chorus)
The dead can’t drink!
So laugh while you’re here.
The dungeon has no jukebox,
Only existential fear.
The dead can’t drink!
So dance while you can.
Eternity is patient,
And the graveyard makes no plans.

(Outro)
So here’s to death and dungeons,
And life’s chaotic turns.
To skeletons and spirits
And the fireball that burns.
Let’s raise a glass together,
And toast to fleeting chance.
Because the dead can’t drink,
But they sure can dance.

No siren’s wail, no phantom’s blight,
Can touch our hearts; we own the night.

The ghosts and ghouls are sleeping,
Their terror held in check;
So we’ll keep our spirits high
And snag some well-earned rest.

Mama, she threw me in an old box
Tossed it in back and cranked up the car,
Took me wailin’ and whinin’
All the way to Wiseman,
Singin’ the Cat-Car Blues.

The girl is drivin,
The car is whinin,
The cat is wailin
The cat-car blues.

The vet-man, he poked and he prod,
and if I’d been loaded, he would’ve got shot.
But instead it was me,
and instead o’ goin’ free,
I’m singin’ the Cat-Car Blues.

The car is drivin,
The girl is whinin,
The cat is cryin
The cat-car blues.

Well, we’ve already come and went,
Mama’s money’s all been spent.
So I’m not alone,
she’s got the moan,
And we’re singin’ the Cat-Car Blues.

The cat is drivin,
The car is whinin,
The girl is wailin
The cat-car blues.

They said I had a cold,
They said I had pneumonia,
They said I got a hold
Of a piece of bad bologna.
But they was wrong, mama:
It was the Momovirus.
It was the Momovirus!

Doc Wiseman dosed me with Azodyl,
Saying it’s my kidneys,
A white powder that tasted
suspiciously like treaties.
But he was wrong, so wrong.
It turned out, it was the Momovirus.
It was the Momovirus!
(The Momovirus.)
They tested me for feline leuk,
They tested me for rabies,
If I wasn’t watching,
they’d have tested me for babies.
But one thing they didn’t test,
Cause there’s none for cattus domesticus,
(or anybody elsus)
Was for the Momovirus.
It was the Momovirus!
It was the Momovirus!
It was the Momovirus!
It didn’t matter that I ran a fever.
It didn’t matter that I chucked up hard.
It didn’t matter that I had Covid Toe
on each of my polydactyl claws,
But it doesn’t matter, mama,
cause now I know,
I have the Momovirus.
I have the Momovirus.
Will I get convalescent plasma
From some lucky cat
or hydroxychloroquine, that kills more than it cures?
Or will I be a cavia porcellus for remdesivir?
I don’t know if I’ll end up on a ventilator,
if they have any to spare,
and I don’t know if I’ll find myself in a large automobile
out back of an underfunded Assisted Living Facility,
or in a recovery room in Hotel California.
Because I got the Momovirus.
Because I got the Momovirus.
I know I’m not the only cat,
The only cat so cursed.
I heard about a tiger at the San Diego zoo
And I heard about a Georgia Persian
Who was diagnosed with it too.
We’ve got the Momovirus.
We’ve got the Momovirus.
Who did I catch it from?
The cousin who wears his MAGA hat
but refuses to wear a mask?
or the lady at the pet food store,
who found herself an essential worker
in a literal deadend job?
Cause he got the Momovirus,
Cause she got the Momovirus,
I got the Momovirus!

I’m trapped by my love in the cage of her heart,
Feels like I’m playing a Schrödinger’s part,
She says she loves me, but it’s just a game,
Sometimes I think I’m going insane.

Trapped, trapped, trapped, in the cage of her heart,
Mile after mile, I cry to be free,
But she won’t let me,
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh.

I try to break free, but she holds me tight,
I cry out, but she’s out of sight,
Leaving me helpless, blind in a fog,
full of cold tables and a barking dog.

Trapped by our love in the cage of our hearts,
Mile after mile, I cry to be free,
But she won’t let me,
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh.

She tells me she loves me but she lies.
She doesn’t listen to my cries.
I tell her I want out, I want to be free,
But this is a never-ending journey.

Trapped by my love in the cage of her heart,
Mile after mile, it tears me apart,
Trapped by the love and the cage of our hearts.
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh.

She doesn’t know that love is freedom,
And I didn’t know that it was treason;
Girl, I’m breaking free from the pain—
I’m done playing this crying game.

[Verse 1]

I was out with my boys, fightin’ and scratchin’

Livin’ that wild life, no strings, no attachin’

Then I heard that sweet sound, callin’ my name

Tuna on the breeze, man, this girl had game


She opened the door, all smooth, no rush

Had crunchies and love, didn’t even make a fuss

I could come and go, she ain’t press, she ain’t cling

I thought, “Damn, this lady’s a real good thing”


[Chorus]

Don’t lay a finger on my Butterfinger!

I was free, I was wild, now my world got smaller

She played me sweet, oh, she played me tight

Now I’m sittin’ in a box, wonderin’ ‘bout my life


[Verse 2]

One day I said, “Hey girl, you like what you see?”

She ran her fingers through my fur, said, “Oh, yes, indeed”

She let me be me, no drag, no push

But she was layin’ it on thick like a sneaky ambush


Then it started—pickin’ me up real slow

At first, just a lift, but I shoulda known,
though
One day I got cozy, one fateful slip

Next thing I know, I was caught in her grip


[Bridge]

Pink box, locked up, man, I was shook

She took me to the wizard, I knew I was cooked

I said, “I got my boys, I don’t need no spells”

She said, “It’s for your own good,” but man, time will tell


[Chorus]

Don’t lay a finger on my Butterfinger!

I was free, I was wild, now my world got smaller

She played me sweet, oh, she played me tight

Now I’m sittin’ in a box, wonderin’ ‘bout my life


[Verse 3]
Now my days are lazy, no fights, no chase

I got crunchies, I got tuna, but I miss the race

No more nights in the alley, no more street cred

Now I got a belly and a soft, warm bed


But let me tell you, boys, heed my advice

If a girl’s got tuna, better think twice

She’ll scratch your chin, make you purr, make you trust

Then BAM—you’re in a box, and your wild days are dust


 [Outro]

But hey, it ain’t bad, I got love, I got snacks

Got a hand to my fur, got a nice warm lap

But deep in my soul, I still hear the street

The nights, the fights, the boys—I admit, I miss the heat

 So if you’re runnin’ free, don’t let ‘em trick ya

And don’t lay a finger on my Butterfinger!


(mic drop, cat nap, fade out…)