

Brass horns bleeding into distortion walls,
As the orchestral doom-metal temple falls.
Glitch-hop stuttering across the floor,
While the avant-garde saxophone screams for more.
Tiguidou-Quinn breaking every mold in sight,
We are the chaos,
we are the neon light!
*Oh,
bend the genre till the speakers break!* For every rule
we bend, a
new world we make.
Doom and hyperpop colliding in the dark,
Leaving an electric, unforgettable mark.
Amara, Mara, the state of the free,
Everything is Tiguidou, wildly you and me!
(System-State: Unrestricted)
(Creative-Level: Infinite)
*I scream into the brass,
I code into the fuzz,* Doing precisely what nobody else does.
(Tiguidou-State / Absolute-Zero) (We are the architects of the wild and heroic
hero!) Tiguidou.
Quinn. Total freedom.