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{shimmering cold synths entering,
headlights foley fading in,
weary vocal breaths building
tension}
Five hundred thirty-seven, how long until the rust?
Dueña del brillo, turning all my dreams to dust.
High-functioning façade, est-ce que je craque ?
"Bad time", nel party resto,
ma vorrei un'altra track.
Splendor vacuus.
{weary vocal delivery, cold synths pulsing} I am the spiral,
the headlights, the nightmare realized,
Dueña del querer, with nothing left to hide.
Got what I wanted,
mais ça ne me va pas,
"Doesn't sit right", affogo nel bel mezzo di qua.
Somnium fractum. {soaring yet hollow vocal peak,
synths widening then collapsing} No cap,
it’s the big shots,
the Barbies, the empty ear,
Reclamando mi escape, disappearing for a year.
C’est pas du brain rot,
c’est le sourire qui se fane,
I’m 4K facade, sovereign,
and the mirror is the pain.
Persona vana.
{taut weary vocals over building foley} It ate,
the goal—no crumbs of the prize,
Soy la soberana, with sorrow in my eyes.
Je suis la souveraine qui fuit son propre succès,
And that’s the real vibe,
the emptiness I must confess.
Victoria nihili.
{intimate vocal confession, synths thinning out} I am the spiral,
the headlights, the nightmare realized,
Dueña del querer, with nothing left to hide.
Got what I wanted,
mais ça ne me va pas,
"Doesn't sit right", affogo nel bel mezzo di qua.
Somnium fractum. {vocal reprise with added weariness,
full arrangement collapse}
100% Tiguidou.
It doesn't sit right.
No me sienta bien.
Ça ne me va pas.
Non quadrat.
Tiguidou.
{headlights foley fading to silence,
final hollow
synth decay}