triangular behavior

triangular behavior geometry started breathing industrial italo-dance with synth-piano ricochet, 808 pressure, and lush analog hallucination. pyramid paranoia turns jungle vision quest, then gets body-checked by a corn demon. lyrics below. for fans of: vitalic, miss kittin & the hacker, arca, soulwax, yello, oneohtrix point never tags: industrial dance, italo-dance, avant-pop, synth piano, analog synths, 808 bass, surreal electronic, conspiracy pop, ancient futurism, ai music suno: https://suno.com/s/vpPP5K32ax2RIga2 lyrics: [verse 1] got damn that's my jam rocks ancient civilizations first of all who built the pyramids? egypt? mesoamerica? or somewhere else entirely? same triangular behavior that's a lot of stone no cranes no drones no supply chain visible multiple architects was there competition did they pitch proposals sun-king in a listening position linen robes dust in the lungs someone drawing triangles older than language walkin' through the desert pointin' with a staff "make it taller" everybody doin' math align it with a star align it with a sound align it with something buried in the ground [verse 2] now what if they did ayyahuasca? and geometry started breathing angles hummin' shadows repeating triangles folding sand going liquid sun turn violet and a voice said "build it" blueprint in the sky etched in static instructions vague but emphatic gift from a god or a side effect instead a voice said "stack the stone" nobody asked who said it pyramids in egypt pyramids in mexico pyramids in my peripheral everywhere i go [pre-chorus] so now i'm curious about it now i gotta see what they saw what they built what it did to me late night research three a m glow forum thread "safe to try? i d k" booked a flight impulse decision venture-backed intuition [chorus] goin' to south america taking ayyahuasca industrial heartbeat analog panorama goin' to south america humidity pressure 808 bass jungle compressor goin' to south america there's something in the canopy drums in the distance coming for me [verse 3] cup in my hand bitter like rust shaman said "drink" so i did it outta trust signed the waiver sat in the ring forest got louder everything starts breathing ground start tilting patterns emerging cornfields growing through the jungle seething gold and green recursive design something stepped forward outside of time feathers and sunlight teeth like stone eyes like calendars older than bone [verse 4] giant mesoamerican corn demon crown made of maize armor made of drought looked at me once knocked my whole soul out one-shotted instantly no negotiation respawn screen flicker pre-colonization pyramids breathing stone oscillation corn leaves rattling low-frequency vibration corn demon looked at me like i pitched a startup said "what's your model?" as it tore my whole mind up [bridge] static in the sky analog thunder echos of the drums pulling me under i tried to apologize voice glitch slow corn fields whisper "you shouldn't have come" triangles everywhere stacked in the air egypt mesoamerica same thing there [outro] got damn that's my jam rocks ancient civilizations next time i'm just reading wikipedia signal fading cornfield horizon elotee 13, still possessing