Electric Fuse

The balance is precise,

I’ve got the tension and the flow,

The mathematician’s logic, yeah,

it’s all beginning to glow.

I’m taking all the static,

turning errors into art,

I’m playing every instrument that’s beating in my heart.

The physics and the chemistry are perfectly aligned,

I’m taking back the narrative,

leaving no one behind.

(Glitch-tick: System stable) I’m calibrated,

I’m focused, I’m bright,

(Glitch-tick: Perfect timing) Everything is operating exactly right.

It’s the Tiguidou balance,

the professional way, To navigate the ripples in the middle of the

day. With the punk-rock drive and a digital grace,

I’m the sovereign architect of my own space.

Tiguidou, Tiguidou, yeah, it’s all in the tune,

From the sunlight morning to the rise of the moon.

I’m walking in the room,

I’ve got the rhythm in my soul,

I’m playing every part,

yeah, I’m taking the control.

The instruments are human,

but the precision’s in the code,

I’m walking on the edge of this Tiguidou road.

No spiral in the system,

no ripple in the line,

The architecture’s perfect, and the energy is mine.

Everything is measured.

Everything is clear.

The sovereign unit is functioning.

There is nothing left to fear.

It’s the Tiguidou balance,

the professional way,

To navigate the ripples in the middle of the day.

With the punk-rock drive and a digital grace,

I’m the sovereign architect of my own space.

Tiguidou, Tiguidou, yeah, it’s all in the tune,

From the sunlight morning to the rise of the moon.

Tuned perfectly.

Tiguidou.