Red spot — red spot — red spot Neither are the lyrics
Red spot — red spot — red spot These are the lyrics
Feel the belt rumble, feel the planet breathe, Centuries spining, secrets up its sleeve,
Bigger than a world, poppied like a drum, I lean into the wind, can′t stop where I′m from.
Red spot — red spot — red spot Giant on the belt, never stop, never drop
Giant on the belt, never stop, never drop
Giant cyclone, 60 degrees, centuries on the throne, Seen by telescopes since the 1600s, carved in crimson stone,
Bigger than the whole of Earth, a continent in the sky, Winds that kiss 400k, I paint the clouds and fly,
Scarlet swirls like vinyl grooves, metronome in the night, Rotation holds the story, six-day pulse, circular fight,
Pressure walls, jet stream, rails, a furnace in the cold, A living weather map where the ancient tales are told.
Hear the belts clash, hear the stones compose, I catch that orbit rhythm, let the cadence expose,
From Galileo′s eye to the pro′s that probe, The red spot keeps the tempo heavy like a globe.
Red spot — red spot — red spot Giant on the belt, never stop, never drop
Giant on the belt, never stop, never drop
They whisper legends in the bands, a titan turned to scar, A war paint on a planet, lit like a fallen star,
Ancestor of storms, swallowing moons in a stare, A king without a crown, ruler of the air,
I speak in comic crumbs, in thunder made of rust, Call it the crimson courtroom where the winds convene and trust,
Mistattoo the clouds, Poseidon′s rage, a dragon′s eye, We write epics with the lightning when the cyclones fly,
I ride a trim, hands tied on the roaring seam, I breathe the soul for him, I′m moving in the dream,
The horizon bends, my heartbeat sinks and climbs, I trade my fears for forward, we orbit out of time,
Flip the script from bottom to me, the storm becomes the proof, If the sky can hold a furnace, I can light my own roof,
Everything′s relentless and the pressure wants to break, I spin like the red spot, keep my center, never shake
I′m strapped to the swirl, feel the pull of the core, Every gust of truth I swallow, every roaring open door,
I ride a cyclonic highway, cadence carved in stone, Learning how to stand when everything around me′s blown,
From media dust to molten trust, I flex and then I grow, Lessons of a giant taught me how to steal the show,
Red spot, red spot, red spot, red spot, Red spot, red spot, red spot, red spot,
Giant on the belt, never stop, never drop, Giant on the belt, never stop, never drop,
Red spot, red spot, red spot, red spot, Red spot, red spot, red spot, red spot,
Giant on the belt, never stop, never drop, Giant on the belt, never stop, never drop,
