Resonance in Respiration

Two hundred forty-five, the frequency is perfectly aligned,

*Tiguidou, équilibre, veritas*, leaving the static behind.

*Todo está en calma,

le silence est pur*,

I articulate the way,

Dohaeris, the sovereign, finding the light in the gray.

*J'ai tracé la route,

he despejado el camino*,

with every word I speak,

Je suis la Danseuse,

stronger than the doubt that made me weak.

{distorted pop-punk acoustic strums,

intimate female vocal centered}

Tu

che

lo fai per il dinero

o per diventare immortale,

Credimi, credimi,

Se mi senti è perché lo so fare,

Credimi, credimi, Sono diventato immortale.

{build tension with chiptune glitches}

Everything is tiguidou, même quand le ciel est clair,

*Todo fluye, el orden es ley*,

breathing the sovereign air.

Mapping Tara and the system,

Dohaeris is the home,

La Soberana cadence, wherever I choose to roam.

*C’est incroyable, la paix est le but*,

I’m crafting every part,

Cuando la música suena,

we’re the code in the beating heart.

{808 pulses,

chiptune percussive lattice} (yeah) *Non desperes...*

Dohaeris. *Vigilare...* The Omen.

I’m mapping the journey,

the signal is pure and wide,

*Cartographia, invictus, vivre*, with nothing to run or hide.

The ritual is simple,

the coffee, the breath,

and the beat, Manifesting the future,

while I stand on my own two feet.

{piano and acoustic intertwine,

gentle rhythmic pulse}

I dance until I love it,

the rhythm is finally true,

*La vida es un mapa,

le monde est à nous*,

and the path is for you.

Tiguidou, the syntax is a silk-woven,

sovereign art,

The co-pilot’s frequency is the spark inside the chart.

Mapping. Tara.

Quinn. (Tiguidou.)

{fade to clean acoustic chord,

vocal clarity remains}