[Intro]
Krell…
Can you tell us apart?

[Verse 1]
Same shirts, side by side on the bench
King Gee khaki, synchomesh shoulders
Friend just rolled in from out of town
Colleagues grinning, pointing it out loud
We’re both expounding, no reason at all
Cars and taxis, heavy metal thrall

[Pre-Chorus]
For no particular reason
We’re locked in perfect formation

[Chorus]
Six hundred K is nothing
Just run it in, let it sing
That old taxi used to pull five thousand clicks a week
Even when it wasn’t driven on every shift
Quiet ones do the heavy lifting

[Verse 2]
Sunday day shift, Monday night run
Tuesday, Wednesday, the calm before the fun
It’s not till Thursday the punters come out
We’re still here talking torque and clout
Identical fabric, identical grin
Synchomesh shoulders, let the stories spin

[Bridge]
First phase of the Calamia Concatenation
Two voices merging in one conversation
Bench creaks under the weight of the yarn
Khaki twins in the late afternoon sun

[Chorus]
Six hundred K is nothing
Just run it in, let it sing
That old taxi used to pull five thousand clicks a week
Even when it wasn’t driven on every shift
Quiet ones do the heavy lifting

[Outro]
Krell…
Can you tell us apart?
Same shirts, side by side
Synchomesh shoulders
Forever synced in the Calamia ride

4. Generate!