

{sludgy doom guitar walls building with hyperpop synth stabs
and stuttering glitch-hop beats,
avant-garde sax
piercing through} 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!
{Vocal: Pitch-shifted hyperpop squeals colliding with deep,
guttural doom-metal roars} *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!
{Vocal: Massive, operatic choir
layered over hyper-compressed digital glitch beats} {sludgy distorted guitars
meeting crisp electronic synth-stabs} (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!) {Vocal: Chaotic spoken-word whispered through a broken cassette player} Tiguidou.
Quinn. Total freedom. [GONG-CRASH.] {fading chaotic white noise with pristine angelic choir}
{orchestral doom metal temple collapse into hyperpop glitch resolution}