Flicker in Absence

Five hundred sixty-one, no smoke without the fire,

Dueña del espejo, watching the desire.

Je voudrais mentir, mais mon esprit reste là,

"Too self-aware", guardo tutto dall'aldilà.

Spectator veritatis.

I am the Spectator,

the lie, the self-aware ghost,

Dueña de la distancia,

the one you love the most.

"Just don't hang your hopes on me",

c'est la fin du jeu,

"It's nice to play pretend",

sotto il cielo blu.

Mens vigilans.

No cap, it’s the pressure,

the weather, the laws of the pull,

Reclamando mi mente, when the cup is half-full.

C’est pas du brain rot,

c’est le poids de la clarté,

I’m 4K spectator, sovereign,

and the truth is the key.

Visio pura. It ate,

the "together"—no crumbs of the mend,

Soy la soberana, watching the pretend.

Je suis la souveraine qui voit tout sans bouger,

And that’s the real vibe,

the beauty of the "maybe".

Conscientia absoluta.

I am the Spectator,

the lie, the self-aware ghost,

Dueña de la distancia,

the one you love the most.

"Just don't hang your hopes on me",

c'est la fin du jeu,

"It's nice to play pretend",

sotto il cielo blu.

Mens vigilans.

100%

Tiguidou. I’m way too self-aware.

Demasiado consciente.

Trop consciente.

Nimis conscia.

Tiguidou.