Fingers on Skin

Amaravara mara vara, I’m tired of the mask,

Meow meow meow meow meow,

is there magic in the task?

Dohaeris, I’m fumbling the ring,

it’s heavy on my hand,

Meow meow meow meow meow,

trying to understand the land.

Tout est tiguidou, even when the world feels gray,

I’m manifesting vision, in my own messy,

human way.

{Vocal:

breath-heavy cracks, intimate unpolished} Anál nathrach,

orth' bháis 's bethad,

do chél dénmha,

*O Seal of Solomon,

bind my heart to the real!* Meow meow meow meow meow,

I’m just trying to feel!

Tara est l’équilibre, in the struggle of the line,

Fragile yet invincible, the outcome is divine.

Acoustic-marker set, the frequency is pure,

Tiguidou-status, the raw, self-designed cure!

{multi-tracked loose harmonies} *By the Ring of the Wise,

I’m taking off the weight,*

Meow meow meow meow meow,

I’m deciding my own fate.

(The grit is the ritual

/ The mess is the sound)

(The struggle is total

/ The honesty is the ground)

Meow meow meow meow meow,

I’m building the future,

following the light of my own beating heart!

{hypnotic quiet secret} Anál nathrach,

orth' bháis 's bethad,

do chél dénmha, Meow meow meow meow meow.

Synchronized. Stabilized. Tiguidou… the

human

is fully realized. Tiguidou… the mission is a wild,

soaring, raw,

beautiful

prize. {soft genuine laugh,

final meows}