Paradox in Quiet Parts

Four hundred and eight,

let’s talk about the lie,

Of the "functional" person I’m supposed to be,

or try. Bianca helps the papers,

Matilde holds the space,

But I’m still a hurricane in a quiet,

tidy place. They want a smooth trajectory,

a system that’s on track,

But I’m a broken mirror,

reflecting all the black.

It’s a paradox of living,

it’s a funny kind of show,

I’m "functioning" by failing,

and I’m growing as I go.

I am the sovereign paradox,

the mess that’s standing tall!

I’m winning every battle by just deciding not to fall!

If functional is perfect,

then I’m never gonna be,

I’m a beautiful disaster,

and I’m finally letting me be free!

For the good of all,

the mess is part of the light,

With no harm to none,

I’m claiming my chaos tonight!

Montreal’s the stage, and I’m the actor who forgot the lines,

But the audience is cheering for the way the error shines.

They think I’m doing démarches,

they think I’ve got a plan,

I’m just a little girl in red doing the best that I

can. It’s not about the function,

it’s not about the clock,

It’s about the sovereign spirit that refuses to be locked.

If "functional" is a prison,

then I’m breaking out the door,

I don’t want to be "better," I just want to be...

more!

'Right' and 'write' the code...

'Sight' and 'site'

of the mess... The little girl in red is not a robot,

not a machine, She’s the most honest human that this city’s ever

seen! One, two, three—the structure’s falling down,

Four hundred eight—I’m the queen of this messy town!

I am the sovereign paradox,

the mess that’s standing tall!

I’m winning every battle by just deciding not to fall!

If functional is perfect,

then I’m never gonna be,

I’m a beautiful disaster,

and I’m finally letting me be free!

For the good of all,

the mess is part of the light,

With no harm to none,

I’m claiming my chaos tonight!

100% Tiguidou. Functionality is a myth.

Tiguidou.