Aesop Rock - Drums on the Wheel lyrics

Calling Gamma Ray this is Major Cigar
Do you read me, Gamma Ray?
Gamma Ray, damn it, come in!
Gamma Ray, please respond!
Welp,  his brains are fried
Pack it up,  mission's over

Do you read me? Do you read me? Do
I need to reach through the TV?
Do I need to reach
Through the ouija? Houston
I may have gone too Houdini i'm too uneasy
I'm out of phase and I'm orange
Tang and I'm powdered eggs
And my radio has been down for days
I just stand around and sound out the phrase
It go, "Do you read me?"
Shook up shoe to beanie
Y'all look for the moon graffiti
Deep end of some hellhole
Come detect this tempo
I been feeding back in these headphones
Beating back a profound fear
Farewell to my bread crumbs
Is anybody even out there?
I'm like out there, in that
True 3D, that new ether
That "Do you read me?"
You don't read me, I'm barely
A thing, staring off
I'm too scared to blink
I might shrink some and I shrink more
Shrink past this pink dwarf
No sign of my pole star, although up here
It don't mean north
Deep space in no G-force
I more tumble out to some death bell
Some bleep bleep, robot voice
Some red lights, some send help
Street meat for some ET to come
Deep fry in old frites grease
And re-home, reach out, reap what he sow
Jesus, do you read me? We don't (We don't)

Do you read me, Gamma Ray?

And I play drums on the wheel
Whether feeling out of touch or
Outgunned in the field drums on the wheel

Bomb sites and blackouts and fog
Lights in gas clouds jockey through vacuums
None of our flaps down it's shocking
Shot off as one small part of some squadron
That ain't once chosen to abort shit
Now we've honed in on our problem
Nonstop until he stop and see what
Kinda quadrant he got lost in
Do you read me? That option
When y'alls options are exhausted
I been dropped off in this mosh pit
Instead of locked in to one orbit
Knock knock
Call back or this cockpit is my coffin
Boss levels I'm doomed to repeat
New dance I call it "Do you read me?"
It evolve as a beyond the yonder mantra
Once none pinging my transponder
Once what macabre y'all planned to conjure
Been handed back to y'all unresponsive
Ten hut and I'm in sync, phone home
It just ring and ring
Asteroids that leave marks and black
Holes that eat stars
Green cheese and GPS bedecked with detours
Fuel gauge around E Street and my
Beacons are all blinked out
I might slink up in that junk heap
You can't read and or pin down (Pin down)

Gamma Ray, come in!

And I play drums on the wheel
Whether feeling out of touch or
Outgunned in the field drums on the wheel
And I play drums on the wheel
Whether feeling out of touch or
Outgunned in the field drums on the wheel