(Muffled, like hearing through water)
Yeah...
Can’t move my hands.
Can’t feel the legs.
Just the static in the brain.
(Friedghostly...)
(Chorus - Melodic Flow)
Rigor Mortis setting in, I’m feeling like a stone
Ninety-nine percent inside, I’m chilling in the zone.
Body stuck in place, but the spirit on the run
Staring at the ceiling, waiting for the sun.
Yeah, I’m paralyzed, frozen in the cold
Trying to break the mold before I get too old.
Rigor Mortis... yeah, it’s taking hold.
(It's taking hold...)
(Verse 1 - Lyrical Flow)
(Beat switches - sharper, harder hits)
Look,
Twelve hours on the feet, standing on the concrete
Scrubbing off the luxury that others get to eat.
Dish pit demon, yeah the steam is getting thick
Clock ticking slow, man it’s making me sick.
Dragging boots through the snow, Michigan freeze
Got the family close, put the mind at ease.
But I’m stiff as a board, muscle tension high
Looking at the mirror, seeing shadows in the eye.
Is this the life? Or is this just the intermission?
Momo Tenji system on a whole 'nother mission.
Got the ISO in the code, soaring through the night
But my body grounded heavy, looking for the light.
(Bridge)
The Tropical is hugging tight...
Turning off the warning light...
I’m a ghost inside the shell...
Is this heaven? Is this hell?
(Verse 2 - Mixed Flow)
Start the recording on Zona, open up the gate
Talking to the mic before it gets too late.
Voice is the only thing that moves right now
Everything else is locked down, don’t ask me how.
Justice on the left, smoke clouds in the air
Numb to the world, yeah I hardly even care.
But the dream is alive, yeah the pulse is still beating
Even when the warmth from the soul is retreating.
Break the Rigor Mortis, snap out of the trance
Given one life, gotta take the chance.
(Chorus)
Rigor Mortis setting in, I’m feeling like a stone
Ninety-nine percent inside, I’m chilling in the zone.
Body stuck in place, but the spirit on the run
Staring at the ceiling, waiting for the sun.
Yeah, I’m paralyzed, frozen in the cold
Trying to break the mold before I get too old.
Rigor Mortis... yeah, it’s taking hold.
(Outro)
(Slow fade)
Frozen...
But the ghost is free.
Momo Tenji.
Friedghostly.
FriedGhostly