Chrome Ash Fallout

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}