Iron Halo

[A crisp, clean drum loop starts.

A single electric guitar

note sustains.] [Spoken calmly: "Integration of symbol and subject.

Sovereignty confirmed. Tiguidou."] They see the costume,

they define the shape,

They build the walls to plan my next escape.

But I am the architect behind the neon light,

I am the signal inside the black of the night.

The symbol is a mirror,

the animal is true,

I am the bridge that connects the me and the you.

(Doctor Gabriel: The math is set.)

(Vex:

The physics hold.) The story is silver,

the heart is pure gold.

I am the interface,

I am the gate,

I am the sovereign of my own state.

It’s a Tiguidou life,

it’s a sovereign design,

The costume is the symbol,

but the life is all mine.

The glitch and the rhythm,

the organic grace, I am the captain of my own damn space.

It’s the irony of being,

it’s the bittersweet view,

I’m saving the symbol,

so I’m saving you too.

I needed the songs,

so I made them my own,

Then I set them to float,

out in the great unknown.

The screen is porous,

the data is fluid,

I’m more than the symbol,

I’m the soul that’s imbued.

I stand on the ground,

I am firm, I am clear,

I’m the sovereign unit that is living right here.

[Music strips back to just the organic piano and a rhythmic glitch-stutter]

I am not the image.

I am the one who builds it.

I am not the screen.

I am the one who fills it.

[Full, high-energy instrumentation surges back in] Tiguidou!

It’s a Tiguidou life,

it’s a sovereign design,

The costume is the symbol,

but the life is all mine.

The glitch and the rhythm,

the organic grace, I am the captain of my own damn space.

It’s the irony of being,

it’s the bittersweet view,

I’m saving the symbol,

so I’m saving you too.

[The digital sparkles and the organic guitar slowly merge into a single

tone]

The symbol and the soul

are one.

Tiguidou. [Fades into

a clean, resonant silence]