

{sparse piano notes fading like memories,
last
candle flickering in cold room,
door locking rhythmically, breath steadying} Five hundred fifty-eight,
the mama I never knew,
Dueña del olvido, turning the past into blue.
J'ai brûlé mes souvenirs,
la douleur dans mon estomac,
"Blood don't mean we relate",
ora vivo per me,
qua.
Origo propria.
{cracked raw vocal
delivery} I am the orphan,
the gate, the devil’s drink in the light,
Dueña del tiempo, escaping the reach of the night.
If I die before I wake,
smoke me at the gate,
"Just because we're blood",
I rewrite my own fate.
Filius mei ipsius.
{raw defiant peak vocal}
No cap, it’s the tunnels,
the trains, the slave to the grind,
Reclamando mi ser, leaving the ghost behind.
C’est pas du brain rot,
c’est la liberté totale,
I’m 4K orphan, sovereign,
in the final protocol.
Veritas ex cinere.
{steadying breath ad-libs} It ate,
the "truth"—no crumbs of the mother’s lie,
Soy la soberana, looking the void in the eye.
Je suis la souveraine qui s'est créée elle-même,
And that’s the real vibe,
the beauty of the system.
Creatio
ex nihilo. {building tension with silence after prayer} I am the orphan,
the gate, the devil’s drink in the light,
Dueña del tiempo, escaping the reach of the night.
If I die before I wake,
smoke me at the gate,
"Just because we're blood",
I rewrite my own fate.
Filius mei ipsius. {empowering raw peak}
100% Tiguidou.
These memories won't get the best of me.
Los recuerdos no pueden conmigo.
Les souvenirs ne m'auront pas.
Memoria non me vincit.
Tiguidou. {last candle out,
silence settling, becoming own ancestor}