

I’m still young, wasting my youth,
I’ll grow up next summer—that’s the half-baked truth!
Back on the cycle,
back on the number,
Lost in the haze of the permanent summer.
Euphoria-sin, yeah, I’m chasing the ghost,
Mapping the wreckage that I love the most.
Tara is the center,
the center is the start,
Running from the universe inside my human heart!
{meow-meow
glitch cut} I’ve sinned,
don’t help me, leave the door on the latch,
I’m the Hollywood logic that the dream can’t catch.
Meaw meaw, in the neon rain,
Meaw
meaw, in the cycle of the strain.
{distorted synth-pad and robotic
meow loop} Synchronized, prioritized,
the energy is wrong,
I’ve found the
final
frequency,
I’ve
found where I belong!
{violent industrial synths and 808 bass rush}
The beauty of the decline...
eternal. The rhythmic heartbeat of the regret...
infinite. The euphoria-sin resonance...
burning truth. The clarity of the 'loop'...
total liberation. Optimism-Sovereign. Radiant.
Resonant. Clear. Efficient. Universal.
{high-speed climax then abrupt cut to distant ringing phone}