The Lint Trap Cryptid

[Intro]
[Verse]
Fluorescent tubes hum low
Watch the quarters go
Twenty-four hour glare
Static in my hair
Searching for your face
In this hollow space
Detergent stains the floor
I can't take no more
[Pre-Chorus]
Static in the lint
Give me just a hint
Where the memories hide
Buried deep inside
[Chorus]
Spinning in the machine
Ghost that I have seen
Wash the spirit clean
Living in the in-between
Spinning in the machine
Ghost that I have seen
Wash the spirit clean
Living in the in-between
[Verse]
(Spoken-word croon)
I found a single blue sock
Behind the heavy dryer clock
A note from three years ago
Inked in a font I used to know
The thrum is a holy choir
Burning in a cold fire
Are you watching from the vent?
Where did every promise went?
[Pre-Chorus]
Static in the lint
Give me just a hint
Where the memories hide
Buried deep inside
[Chorus]
Spinning in the machine
Ghost that I have seen
Wash the spirit clean
Living in the in-between
Spinning in the machine
Ghost that I have seen
Wash the spirit clean
Living in the in-between
[Drop]
RAZOR WIRE
FEEL THE FIRE
DIRTY LIAR
TAKE ME HIGHER
RAZOR WIRE
FEEL THE FIRE
DIRTY LIAR
TAKE ME HIGHER
[Bridge]
(Whispered)
Softly now we drift
In the cosmic shift
Fold the heavy sheet
Taste the bitter sweet
(12-Second Full Silence)
(Guttural Primal Scream)
TEAR THE FABRIC DOWN
IN THIS NEON TOWN
TEAR THE FABRIC DOWN
IN THIS NEON TOWN
[Verse]
The dryer is a cage
Full of silent rage
I map the missing threads
Underneath our ghost beds
Now the cycles end
I'm my only friend
The cryptid is a blur
Of everything we were
[Chorus]
Spinning in the machine
Ghost that I have seen
Wash the spirit clean
Living in the in-between
Spinning in the machine
Ghost that I have seen
Wash the spirit clean
Living in the in-between
[Post-Chorus]
Bleach on my hands
Tracing desert sands
Folding up the air
Nothing left to wear
Bleach on my hands
Tracing desert sands
Folding up the air
Nothing left to wear
[Outro]