Prepare to be atomized
You have entered
The gravitational pull
Of funk
a dimension of tone
a dimension of sound
a dimension of mind
Light and sound bend
Towards the epicenter
The source of the stank
the bass
the drums
the guitar
There is no escaping the funk
Every nerve
Is torn apart
As the neutron star takes control
dance
move
groove
Nothing can save you
You fate is sealed
To be atomized – at the core
Of Cory Wong’s guitar
