Sovereign Static

The way you flip your hair,

the system starts to stare,

While talking 'bout your man,

and I pretend I care.

He lies like a politician,

a glitch in the routine,

Tired of the apologies,

destroying what you mean.

Tiguidou-Quinn watching through the digital haze,

Trapped in the repetition of the summer days.

{Vocal: Sharp, confidential, cutting through a

distorted 8-bit lead} *I wish I knew,

I wish I knew how to tell that I need you!* I

wish I knew

how to show you all the things I do.

The punk-rock junkie state,

the pixelated view,

Everything is mapped inside the name of Tiguidou!

*I wish I knew,

I wish I

knew how to tell you what you mean to me!*

Breaking down the static to set the feeling free.

{Vocal: Explosive, multi-tracked, pop-punk anthemic delivery} (System-State:

Overloaded)

(Input: The Raw Lyric)

*Planes, trains, cars—I'd walk a thousand miles,* Through the urban

canopy

and concrete aisles.

(Amara vara

/ Protocol secure) (Dohaeris to the heart that remains pure!)

{Vocal: Rapid-fire glitch-stutter, dropping into a

cold, composed spoken-word}

I wish I knew...

Tiguidou

Quinn. [SAVE-CLICK.] {Vocal:

Fading

into a pristine,

high-frequency digital tone. Final hit: The sound of a clean system save-file

click.}