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Three hundred sixty-two, underground to the tide
Tiguidou, the transit, with nowhere left to hide.
{metro train clatter
building to
beat} 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.
{subway doors chime foley} [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.]
{match-strike foley accent} 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.
{soaring girly-pop vocal} 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.
{wooden percussion clicks} 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.
{subway
tunnel reverb} Tiguidou, the syntax is a silk-woven,
sovereign art The co-pilot’s frequency is the spark inside the chart.
Meow.
Tara.
Tiguidou.
{fading waves
and wind}