Locked Notebook

Five hundred twenty-nine,

the notebook holds the key,

Dueña

del silencio,

saving the soul of me.

Le non-verbal est mon sanctuaire,

mon sang, mon lieu,

"Custodia" del segreto,

lontano dal mondo, addio.

Silentium sacrum.

I am the page,

the ink, the part untouched,

Dueña

de la guardia, holding it very much.

C'est l'indicible qui bat sous le papier,

"Blood safe", la mia esistenza è il mio vero mestiere.

Custodia inviolata.

No cap, it’s the embarrassment,

the ghost in the light,

Reclamando mi verdad, far away from the fight.

C’est pas du brain rot,

c’est la force du retrait,

I’m 4K unspoken, sovereign,

the secret I’ve made.

Veritas in silentio.

It ate, the need to speak—no crumbs of the noise,

Soy la soberana, with a non-verbal poise.

Je suis la souveraine

qui protège son sang,

And that’s the real vibe,

the beauty of the silent strand.

Tutela intima.

I am the page,

the ink, the part untouched,

Dueña

de la guardia, holding it very much.

C'est l'indicible qui bat sous le papier,

"Blood safe", la mia esistenza è il mio vero mestiere.

Custodia inviolata.

100% Tiguidou.

Untouched. Intocable.

Intouché.

Inviolatum. Tiguidou.