4001 - Squarepusher

Before I’m nothing and done

(fore = 4 / nothing = 0)

Before I’m nought and one

I’ll take the air out the lung

take the fire out the sun.

Aping the Bristol sound,

Sound like a pistol round,

Sound like a piston churning,

What kind of curve am I learning,

Push, push squares up a hill,

A mushroom I grow larger still,

Careful not to fall and spill,

Serial thrills from Prodigy kill,

I know no medicine for this ill,

No better than sheer force of will,

Drunk on drink and drinking this sound,

My dog dreams of a day it drowned,

I dream of the day my feet touch ground,

I’ve never known if I’m lost or found,

Need sweet sugar, Need sweet honey,

Need my dreamcoat, Need my money.