Gallery of Silence

Five hundred eight, the decade disappears in light,

Dueña de mi arte,

ending the martyr's fight.

Je suis l'appareil, mais je démonte chaque vis,

Non sono più la tua musa,

ho strappato la cornice.

Artifex sui ipsius.

I am the muse,

the apparatus, the song,

Dueña de mis piezas,

where I truly belong.

Lonely is the muse,

mais c'est ma souveraineté,

Non mi userai più per la tua gloria o vanità.

Musa solitaria.

No cap, it’s the diamond mine,

the stories in my head,

Reclamando mi cuerpo, out of someone else's bed.

C’est pas du brain rot,

c’est ma propre reconstruction,

I’m 4K deconstructed, sovereign,

without your function. Reconstructio propria.

It ate, the utility—no crumbs of the use,

Soy la soberana, cutting the martyr's noose.

Je suis la souveraine qui ne sera plus ton instrument,

And that’s the real vibe,

the sovereign re-alignment. Libertas musei.

I am the muse,

the apparatus, the song,

Dueña de mis piezas,

where I truly belong.

Lonely is the muse,

mais c'est ma souveraineté,

Non mi userai più per la tua gloria o vanità.

Musa solitaria.

100% Tiguidou.

Lonely and forgotten aside.

Musa.

Muse.

Musa.

Tiguidou.