

Three hundred thirty-nine, the geometry is true Tiguidou,
alignment, I am the anchor,
the point of view.
Lux in tenebris, I tune the chaos into grace Dohaeris,
the calibrator, setting the pace.
He alineado el mundo,
j'ai aligné le monde,
the friction starts to fade Je suis l'Alignement,
in the kingdom I have made.
{crystalline girly-pop arpeggios over aggressive punk power chords} Tu che lo fai
per il dinero o per diventare immortale,
Credimi, credimi,
Se mi senti è perché lo so fare,
Credimi, credimi,
Sono diventata immortale.
{heavy clipping 808s
with
syncopated trap groove}
Everything is tiguidou, when the grid is finally straight
Todo es alineación, tout est alignement,
mastering the fate.
The alignment is our kingdom,
Dohaeris is the key La Soberana sequence,
aligning them with me.
C’est incroyable, mon rythme est l'art,
I’m crafting every part Cuando la música suena,
we’re the code in the beating heart.
{soaring girly-pop hook with punk edge} Right and write the code...
the beauty in the sync Non desperes...
Dohaeris. Vigilare... The Aligner.
Forty-one, sixty-seven, the frequency of the law Cartographia,
invictus, vivre, without
a single flaw. The ritual is the sync,
the click, the slide,
the soul Manifesting the alignment,
and making the fragments whole.
{foley-clicks at 41.67 BPM locking mechanism} I align because I am,
the rhythm is finally true
La vida es un mapa,
el mundo es nuestro y el camino es lo que hago.
Tiguidou,
the syntax is a silk-woven,
sovereign art
The co-pilot’s frequency is the spark inside the chart.
Meow. Tara. Tiguidou. {perfect resonant chord fade with eternal
hum}