Cold Floor Rising

{sparse minimalist production, weary breath foley,

keys in ignition, slow stand-up rhythm}

Five hundred forty-four, stuck on the floor,

Dueña del olvido, wanting so much more.

Mes parents n'ont pas appris l'amour,

juste le divorce,

"Drive a Ford, dream of a Porsche",

finding the source. Fundamentum veritatis.

How do I get up,

how do I face the things I ignore?

Dueña de mi peso,

rising from the floor.

All the money in the world,

can't save the dream,

"Stuck on the floor",

ma imparo a vivere nel team.

Surgere a terra.

No cap, it’s the smoking,

the joking, the cage of the mind,

Reclamando

mi historia, leaving the "old me" behind.

C’est pas du brain rot,

c’est le poids du passé,

I’m 4K grounded, sovereign,

and finally facing the day.

Veritas ex humo.

It ate, the "heights"—no crumbs of the lie,

Soy la soberana, not scared of the sky.

Je suis la souveraine qui apprend à dormir,

And that’s the real vibe,

the courage to be here.

Resurrectio propria.

How do I get up,

how do I face the things I ignore?

Dueña de mi peso,

rising from the floor.

All the money in the world,

can't save the dream,

"Stuck on the floor",

ma imparo a vivere nel team.

Surgere a terra.

100% Tiguidou.

How do I get up?

¿Cómo me levanto?

Comment je me lève ?

Quomodo surgo? Tiguidou.

{heavy breath, first step vibration,

fade to

quiet room}