Permeable Static

{chaotic street-noise collage (sirens,

footsteps, breathy crowd texture)

pulled into tempo; felt-dampened upright piano taps; resonant wooden percussion enters} Three

hundred forty-eight, the noise is part of me Tiguidou,

permeability, the soul is finally free.

Lux in tenebris, I absorb the jagged edges Dohaeris,

the filter, standing on the ledges.

He aceptado el caos,

j'ai accepté le chaos,

the diverse is refined Je suis la Perméabilité,

the peace within the mind.

{half-time-feel vocal phrasing; punk chords tucked behind piano}

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.

{build; punk chords distort then snap into crystalline arpeggios} Everything is tiguidou,

when the walls are made of light Todo es absorción,

tout est absorption, guiding through the night.

The permeability is our kingdom,

Dohaeris is the skin La Soberana sequence,

letting all the world come in.

C’est incroyable, ma peau est l'art,

I’m crafting every part Cuando la música suena,

we’re the code in the beating heart.

{full drop; biggest hook; arps + power-chords + 808} {instrumental digestion: vocal

chopped syllables

from chorus as texture; mouse-clicks become main groove; arps shimmer then low-pass}

Right and write the code...

the beauty in the fray

Non desperes...

Dohaeris.

Vigilare... The Permeable.

Forty-one, sixty-seven, the frequency of the blend Cartographia,

invictus, vivre, where the borders end.

The ritual is the intake,

the click, the slide,

the soul Manifesting the permeable,

and making the fragments whole.

{foley-clicks lead; math-pop stops; cello weeps under}

Everything is tiguidou, when the walls are made of light Todo es

absorción, tout est absorption,

guiding through the night.

The permeability is our kingdom,

Dohaeris is the skin La Soberana sequence,

letting all the world come in.

C’est incroyable, ma peau est l'art,

I’m crafting every part

Cuando la música suena,

we’re the code in the beating heart.

{bigger than before; add octave-up harmony; final push} I integrate 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. {decay into tuned room-noise; piano and cello dissolve; last word alone}