Zeroth Law - Puta Volcano

Slowly slowly this nail so tenderly gets you so no air

This box you’ve built, this gyroscopic jail on a snail’s back

Dragging your mind again through dark and muddy waters on a rotten raft

Golden lonely slivers of light coming through

Making their way through corridors of a haystack with your name

Biding time in a designer cell

Like a clock with hands behind its back

Leaning back on others' pixel hell

Forget and smile away

Hey

Stack your gold and hide away

Clench your fist and hit

Away

Solitude’s a hair away

You’re the needle in the

Hay

Probably will end the same

Wiser men have tried and

Failed

Nowhere this box you’ve built this gyroscopic jail on a snail’s back

Dragging your mind again through dark and muddy waters on a rotten raft

Golden lonely slivers of light coming through

Slowly slowly