Knife-Cut Rosary

Cleaner air in your shirt,

I’m the dark figure by the door,

Meaw meaw meaw meaw,

sinking to the river floor.

I am the architect of harmony,

daring to dream what's right.

I’m a knife cut to the bone,

we swore we’d go easy,

Meaw meaw meaw meaw,

the fever is making me queasy.

{intimate whispered vocal, bedroom tape hiss} This could be the wrong thing,

but what if it’s right?

Meaw meaw meaw meaw,

turning the wrong into light.

What are we doing,

why are we leaving the stage?

Meaw

meaw meaw meaw, through the trap,

through the punk, through the dream,

We are the evolution,

flowing through the central stream.

{soaring anthemic explosion, overdriven guitars}

Meaw meaw meaw meaw,

I am the seeing and the being!

My heart is the chiptune-trap-feline-glitch-punk-core,

I am the sovereign explorer,

I’ve bled through the knees,

I’m at the door.

Funny time, funny boy,

I’ve felt like a joke in the noise,

Meaw meaw meaw meaw,

let the infinite humming begin!

{accelerate pure frequency, glitch breakdown} The 2:00 AM decay...

eternal.

The melismatic, heaven-seeking flow...

infinite.

The soaring, overdriven power-chords...

burning belief.

The pixelated feline-starlight dissolution...

total liberation. Tiguidou.

Right-Sovereign.

Resonant.

Meaw meaw meaw meaw.

Jijijiji. {transmuting omni-genre decay,

final page turn}