Mute Sanctuary

{weary synth pad,

distant muted chatter foley,

cigarette flick on concrete}

Five hundred forty, look at their faces,

empty and hollow, Dueña del tedio,

the only one I follow.

On s'assoit au fond,

watching them act, "Sick of everyone",

niente è intatto, niente è abstract.

Mundus vacuus.

I am the sickness,

the hurt, the one who is real,

Dueña del asco, with you is the only way I feel.

Sick of planet Earth,

everyone's the worst, "Except for you",

spezziamo la maledizione e il thirst.

Solitudo electa. (yeah)

No cap, it’s the cigarettes,

the coffee, the neck,

Reclamando este refugio, giving the world a check.

C’est pas du brain rot,

c’est le dégoût des autres,

I’m 4K misanthrope, sovereign,

in our little coast.

Persona falsa.

It ate, the town—no crumbs of the figure-out,

Soy la soberana, with no shadow of doubt.

Je suis la souveraine qui a tout effacé,

And that’s the real vibe,

the world is erased.

Silentium mundi.

I am the sickness,

the hurt, the one who is real,

Dueña del asco, with you is the only way I feel.

Sick of planet Earth,

everyone's the worst, "Except for you",

spezziamo la maledizione e il thirst.

Solitudo electa. (yeah)

100% Tiguidou.

Everyone's the worst, except for you.

Nadie más.

Personne d'autre.

Nemo nisi tu.

Tiguidou.

{closing distance, final sigh foley,

sanctuary fade}