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{heavy driving drum-loop, synth-hook mimicking heartbeat under pressure} Your touch on my
frame, in the glare of the street A cinematic frame,
a retreat from the heat The whispers surround us,
the static of the crowd A signal of danger,
a warning aloud. The scavengers gather,
the shadows grow tall A flicker of spirit,
waiting to fall.
{subtle delay on "burn out"} The trackers are waiting,
the traps are all set We’re the shadows in flight,
escaping the net. Mon amour,
I know of a haven,
a place off the grid Where the noise doesn't follow,
where the secrets are hid.
Tracking their ghosts, chasing the wind
Finding the space where the cycle begins.
{layered harmonies, shimmering and rhythmic} The cameras are flashing,
we leap for the gate Let them scream at the void,
we decide on our fate Loose words are the shipwreck,
the debris of the past But we’re moving in silence,
running too fast. They take their aim,
but our armor is tight.
I know the location,
hidden from sight.
{rapid-fire vocal chop on "bulletproof"}
Bulletproof. À l'épreuve des balles.
Dead of the night.
Au cœur de la nuit.
Always for you. Toujours pour toi.
{whisper close-mic
intense, music
pulls back to driving bass and rhythmic breath} 100% Tiguidou.
The sanctuary is secure.
I know the places.
Je connais les lieux.
{heavy vault door closing,
final echoing heartbeat
beat, return to raw intimate vibe}