Level Best
lyrics by Aaron Ondek

Advertising a coming attraction.
The Museum of Visual Olfaction.

Masses traverse the premises.
Smelling the various canvasses.

Though to others, non-sensible.
The trio see through the ensemble.

Forcibly caused to reminisce.
Like an unwelcome gargalesis.

[Chorus]
They remember what once was.
Each meeting their own applause.

Now they are all opposed.
Strengths and weaknesses are exposed.

A determining factor is there.
One last thing to compare.
 
Too late not to be impressed.
Who can level best?

[End Chorus]

They vie for ultimate mastery.
Hanging pictures with geometric regularity.

Bizanka knows how the wall goes.
And can find the two by four rows.

Discerning the proper height.
Hatfeld smells a pleasing sight.

Equipment is a large part of the deal.
The selection of Rotya is unreal.

[Chorus]

An ordinary day as glass shatters.
The museum was identified for fiscal matters.

A British insertion unit drops in.
They crunch on glass as they begin.

Just like Octothorpe emptied their ear.
They unloaded their assault gear.

Rotya wore a bulletproof vest.
Being equal is no longer best.