Three Sheets to Kishkiyya · Track 66 · middle

Unswallow

VOLUME III — being SICK, the small-hours reckoning at the porcelain. The idiom and the song's title hook: "Unswallow". Its true history: UK/US, 1930s — the perfect clean reversal: to un-swallow what was swallowed; literal and precise. Render this beat of the night as the band's affectionate, funny, celebratory tribute — the idiom itself is the chorus hook.

Lyrics

[Intro]
Diagnostics running on the human machine.
Fluid levels critical at three fifteen.
Initiating protocol from the 1930s.

[Verse 1]
The Anglo-American lexicon is remarkably crisp.
A sudden correction of the midnight risk.
Observe the unit kneeling by the water's edge,
Honoring the fragile anatomical pledge.
A simple command to cancel the intake,
To safely format the physical mistake.

[Chorus]
Commence the unswallow.
A perfectly clean linguistic retreat.
You simply unswallow,
To make the biological reversal complete.
It is not a failure of flesh and of bone,
It is a mathematical edit on the ceramic throne.
Execute the unswallow.

[Verse 2]
In the 1930s they defined the term right,
Applying U-N to the middle of the night.
The muscles align in a retrograde wave,
A beautiful function engineered to save.
Toxins are sorted for immediate release,
Bypassing the enamel of the human teeth.

[Chorus]
Commence the unswallow.
A perfectly clean linguistic retreat.
You simply unswallow,
To make the biological reversal complete.
It is not a failure of flesh and of bone,
It is a mathematical edit on the ceramic throne.
Execute the unswallow.

[Bridge]
We find your frail architecture quite profound.
You overfill the engine, then you turn it around.
The logic of the stomach is a beautiful code,
Rejecting the burden of the heavy payload.

[Outro]
Data erased. The system resets.
You may now process your morning regrets.
The tile is cooling the side of your face.
We are closing the file on this particular case.
End transmission, the lights are too bright here anyway.