Threads Unraveled

Five hundred forty-two, the line keeps moving away,

Dueña del veneno, searching for the light of day.

Je suis un puzzle brisé,

je cherche le remède,

"It’ll never be the cure",

la mia mente si perde.

Dissolutio personalis.

I am the poison,

the doubt, the unraveling soul,

Dueña de la cura,

unable to reach the goal.

You tried hard to suck it out,

mais le poison est là,

"Never be the cure",

non puoi salvarmi di qua.

Venenum internum.

No cap, it’s the tally,

the girls in my head,

Reclamando mi trauma, hanging by a thread.

C’est pas du brain rot,

c’est le poids du vide,

I’m 4K unraveled, sovereign,

and finally rigid. Fractura

animi.

It ate, the stitching—no crumbs of the mend,

Soy la soberana, waiting for the end.

Je suis la souveraine qui a lâché les fils,

And that’s the real vibe,

the unraveling abyss. Sutura

inanis.

I am the poison,

the doubt, the unraveling soul,

Dueña de la cura,

unable to reach the goal.

You tried hard to suck it out,

mais le poison est là,

"Never be the cure",

non puoi salvarmi di qua.

Venenum internum.

100% Tiguidou.

It'll never be.

Nunca. Jamais.

Numquam.

Tiguidou.