Ripped Rules

{distorted guitar feedback swell

into jagged synth stabs} {raw tape-ripping foley intro,

clock smash hits}

Five hundred eighty-five, born in a mess,

a century of gray,

Dueña del caos, sweeping the past away.

"Raspberry amphetamines", brushing teeth with the light,

"Locked in the shed",

sto prendendo il volo in questa night.

Iconoclastia totalis.

I am the Iconoclast,

the breaker, the child of the new,

Dueña de la nada,

believing in a truth I construe.

"High hopes are getting low",

but I’m never alone,

"Parents ain't always right",

this life is my own.

Libertas absoluta.

{soaring synth lead} No cap,

it’s the toaster, the volts,

the cheerleader’s sin, Reclamando mi ritmo,

letting the rebellion begin.

C’est pas du brain rot,

c’est le bruit de la rupture,

I’m 4K iconoclast, sovereign,

painting a new future.

Ruptura traditionis.

It ate, the "authority"—no crumbs of the fear,

Soy la soberana, and the vision is clear.

Je suis la souveraine qui danse sur les cendres du passé,

And that’s the real vibe,

the clock’s stopped, I’m safe.

Deletio praeteriti. {build with rising synth tension}

I am the Iconoclast,

the breaker, the child of the new,

Dueña de la nada,

believing in a truth I construe.

"High hopes are getting low",

but I’m never alone,

"Parents ain't always right",

this life is my own.

Libertas absoluta.

{soaring synth lead}

100%

Tiguidou. My breathing hasn't stopped.

Mi respiración no se ha detenido.

Ma respiration ne s'est pas arrêtée.

Respiratio mea non desiit.

Tiguidou.

{fading jagged guitars and final clock smash}