The Quarter-Inch Protocol

[Intro]
[Verse]
The dryer spins a heavy soul
I fill the form to take control
My skeleton key is made of brass
Wait for the ghost of time to pass
The bleach is blue, the air is cold
Just like the stories we were told
[Pre-Chorus]
Sign the paper, check the box
Buy the chips and change the locks
Salt and vinegar, lime and spice
Pay the heavy cosmic price
Vending machines are out of stock
Watch the ticking of the clock
Forty quarters in a row
Where do all the shipments go?
Sign the paper, check the box
Buy the chips and change the locks
Salt and vinegar, lime and spice
Pay the heavy cosmic price
Vending machines are out of stock
Watch the ticking of the clock
Forty quarters in a row
Where do all the shipments go?
[Chorus]
Spinning in the silver drum
Wait for the delivery to come
Unlock the doors we never see
With a vintage skeleton key
The loop is tight, the loop is long
Singing a bureaucratic song
[Break]
[Verse]
Dimension six in cycle three
It looks like laundry day to me
The fax machine begins to scream
Another glitch inside the dream
I find a sock from ninety-four
Beneath the interdimensional floor
[Pre-Chorus]
Sign the paper, check the box
Buy the chips and change the locks
Salt and vinegar, lime and spice
Pay the heavy cosmic price
Vending machines are out of stock
Watch the ticking of the clock
Forty quarters in a row
Where do all the shipments go?
Sign the paper, check the box
Buy the chips and change the locks
Salt and vinegar, lime and spice
Pay the heavy cosmic price
Vending machines are out of stock
Watch the ticking of the clock
Forty quarters in a row
Where do all the shipments go?
[Chorus]
Spinning in the silver drum
Wait for the delivery to come
Unlock the doors we never see
With a vintage skeleton key
The loop is tight, the loop is long
Singing a bureaucratic song
[Break]
[Bridge]
I like the way you hold the light
In the middle of the neon night
Even if the stars are wrong
This is where we both belong
A little bit of secret grace
In this cold and empty space
[Chorus]
Spinning in the silver drum
Wait for the delivery to come
Unlock the doors we never see
With a vintage skeleton key
The loop is tight, the loop is long
Singing a bureaucratic song
[Outro]