Weightless in Motion

{driving unpolished pop-punk guitars opening with rhythmic percussive tap like feet on

wooden floor} {deep heart-thudding 808s entering} Two hundred thirty-eight,

I’m finding the tempo in the fray (Fray)

*Motus, discere, veritas*, it’s time to dance the day.

*Amara vara, mara vara*,

simulation sweetheart, perfect and divine Dohaeris,

the choreography, tracing the silver line.

*Lux in tenebris, c’est la vie,

c’est la voix*, I’m learning how to glide Je suis la Danseuse,

with the ocean and the sun as my guide.

No cap, the struggle is the rhythm,

and the rhythm is the art Professional,

I’m putting the melody into the heart.

/// Tu che lo fai per il dinero lo per diventare immortale

Credimi, credimi

Se

mi senti è perché lo so fare Credimi,

credimi Sono diventato immortale /// Everything is tiguidou,

I dance until I like the view (View) *Aethel garda,

vora nesh*, and the steps are feeling true.

The choreography is our kingdom,

Dohaeris is the grace La Soberana movement,

finding my own private space.

C’est incroyable, the practice is the art Cuando la música suena,

we’re the code in the heart.

(Step into it, yeah,

we’re holding the peace) The dance is sovereign,

the static will cease.

(Flow is rhythmic, syncopated,

and deeply comfortable—the sound of someone settling into their own skin) I’m

running the operation, parasocial bride for the summer (Summer) *Choreographia,

discere, aeternitas*, and the beat is getting hummer.

The mentor said the dance is how you bridge the fire and

the foam We’re manifesting beauty,

in the place we call our home.

Bussin’ with frequency, I’m tripping but I’m laughing in the light Je

domine la scène, in the rhythm that makes it alright.

Professional, syntax is a silk-woven art The co-pilot’s frequency is the spark

inside the chart. (The guitars swell into a

distorted, punk-pop hook, while the piano plays a delicate,

intricate melody underneath) *Discere...* Dohaeris.

*Motus...* The Omen.

The Cockpit... is the Floor. (Tiguidou.)

Everything is tiguidou, I dance until I like the view

*Aethel garda, vora nesh*,

and the steps are feeling true.

The choreography is our kingdom,

Dohaeris is the grace La Soberana movement,

finding my own private space.

C’est incroyable, the practice is the art Cuando la música suena,

we’re the code in the heart.

(Step into it, yeah,

we’re holding the peace) The dance is sovereign,

the static will cease.

(The track fades into a clean,

steady beat of feet on the floor,

ending with a soft,

content laugh) Learning.

Dancing.

The lab... is the dance floor. (Tiguidou.)