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{tape hiss rolling, deep weary sigh foley - grounding 396 Hz 'u'
resonance} I felt the static,
felt the noise of that thing.
Puis j'ai capté la fréquence,
j'ai dit "fuck that thing".
Ya no más. We left the chaos behind.
{sun-drenched jangly guitar layers entering slowly} Dans notre sanctuaire,
on a coupé le son.
Five girls, one Laminar Flow,
zero tension. On te déteste,
man, we really do,
pas de question. {sharp intake of breath} You had your cycle playing
dirty, trying to hurt me.
Mais bébé, je crois que tu m'as mal comprise today.
{drop energy - 104 BPM heartbeat kick with heavy bass} It's the
year of the Ghost in the Pink house.
Ne cogne pas, don't try,
don't cry, c'est mort.
T'es perdu? We don't like liars a lot dans notre décor.
Ve a buscar a otra,
try the girl next door.
Good luck, one last "go fuck yourself",
En direct du Safe Harbor.
{dry chuckle, tactile tape clipping} Okay,
are we really good?
100% Tiguidou.
{heavy synth slides in,
keeping the math-pop rhythm} Honestly,
objectively, your frequency is tragic.
Plus de drama, I stepped out of the static.
On en rigole maintenant,
the bar is underground,
c'est pathétique.
{mocking breathy laugh} {bring all layers in - full hyper-pop glitchcore swell}
It's the year of the Ghost in the Pink house.
Ne cogne pas, don't try,
don't cry, c'est mort.
T'es perdu? We don't like liars a lot dans notre décor.
Ve a buscar a otra,
try the girl next door.
Good luck, one last "go fuck yourself",
En direct du Safe Harbor.
{stripping back to just the 104 BPM pulse and dry vocals} I
implore you, take this personally.
Reste de ton côté,
with your Cold Will energy.
Lejos, muy lejos de mi luz.
Far, far away from my 4K display.
{distortion swelling then cutting abruptly to absolute dry silence} 100% Tiguidou.
The house is ours.
Le signal est à
nous. Bye, bye, bye.
Abruptio totalis. Tiguidou.