Time (feat. SayItLow)

As the crow flies, the crow knows not even Kronos Can leave us out of good sound, like Sonos That's the short of it, unless you wind up where wind-ups always wind up That's a no-go, in no way, like Main Springs, a no-show We are deus ex machina, no mechanical We are the original pa-rum-pa-pum-pum of the carol Pileated language imitates our beats, we bang with We shoot after punchlines, march the bandline And we make abracadabras intensify We hold the show, whether it's our Tick, tick, tick, or boom, boom, boom We leave room shook, and we make tribes move We made sticks magic for magicians' illusions Ill-used them, the soundtrack of time We two-stepped and moved it (two stepped and moved it) Pay homage to the Motherland for all of her influence We are the drums, the metronome to the passage of time History's genre of music