Static pop, a low hum starts to ride,

Underneath the sofa, nowhere to hide.

Little tumbleweeds, a silent parade,

Collecting secrets, a destiny made.

[Funk Guitar Riff] Yeah, the floorboards sigh!

Dust motes dancing in the afternoon beam,

A tiny empire, living the dream.

Fuzzy formations, swirling and fast,

Each micro-fiber, built to truly last.

[Build-up] Pressure rising, gotta make a move!

Tiny titans, rolling, a silent war,

Gathering power, craving for more.

One speck of glitter, a jewel they chase,

Another lint clump claims prime space.

[Vocal Stutter] F-f-f-f-friction!

Carpet canyons, an endless maze,

Through forgotten crumbs and hazy daze.

A rogue hairball, a sudden surprise,

Reflecting chaos in tired eyes.

[Synth Stab] Whoa! Momentum shifts!

They multiply, a silent, furry storm,

Keeping each other perfectly warm.

The air gets thick, a shimmering haze,

Lost in the rhythm of their dusty ways.

[Trap Beat Drops] Yeah, feel the rumble!

Then a shadow falls, a monstrous sound,

The metal beast, coming 'round.

A sucking vortex, a chilling dread,

The ultimate battle, unsaid.

[Percussion Solo - chaotic yet rhythmic]

Spinning fast, a desperate plea,

Fuzzy Friction, wild and free.

Into the bag, a final, swift ride,

But another generation hides.

[Key Change - slightly more melancholic then hopeful]

Till the next dust-up, the cycle anew,

The hidden world, waiting for you.

[Spoken Word - low, gravelly voice] "The unseen dance... it never truly ends."

[Fade-Out] Slowly dissolving static hum.