Transit Bleed

Three hundred sixty-two, underground to the tide Tiguidou,

the transit, with nowhere left to hide.

Lux in tenebris, from the steel to the sand Dohaeris,

the sovereign, moving through the land.

He tomado el metro,

j'ai pris le métro,

towards the open blue Je suis le Transit,

Tara, seeing it all anew.

Everything is tiguidou, when the tunnel meets the sea Todo es inmensidad,

tout est immensité, finally truly free.

The metro is our kingdom,

Dohaeris is the train La Soberana sequence,

washing off the city-stain.

C’est incroyable, mon voyage est l'art,

I’m crafting every part Cuando la música suena,

we’re the code in the beating heart.

Right and write the code...

the beauty in the line

Non desperes... Dohaeris.

Vigilare... The Beach-Seeker.

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

invictus, vivre, never looking back.

The ritual is the transit,

the click, the slide,

the soul

Manifesting the beach, and making the fragments whole.

I move 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.