the answer to

Lyrics

(The delivery is a low-volume, unhurried mumble. Dry. No reverb. Vocal sits uncomfortably close, right against the ear.)
(0:00 - 1:15)
(Heavy, 65 BPM industrial thud. The rhythmic limp begins.)
(1:15 - 2:30)
Style is the answer.
To do a dull thing with style…
is better than a dangerous thing without it.
Open the sardine can.
Do it like a cat.
Watch the cat jump over the high fence.
Style is the difference.
The fresh way to approach the boring.
The dangerous way to approach the safe.
(2:30 - 3:45)
(Drums cut. Only the low-frequency basement hum and the sound of metal scraping stone remain.)
I’ve met men in jail with style.
More style than the free ones.
Style is the pause.
The way you stand in the wreckage.
Joan of Arc had it.
The boxer has it.
You, naked, walking out of the bathroom…
not seeing me.
That’s it.
The answer to everything.
(3:45 - 5:30)
(The heavy sludge returns. A piercing, high-frequency sine wave cuts through the distortion.)
Six herons standing in a pool of water.
Quiet.
Doing nothing.
With style.
Beating the firing squad.
Beating the machine.
It’s the only thing left.
The only thing that stays.
(5:30)
(Track cuts mid-word.)
The only thin—