Wreckage Lullaby

Got my classic Sketchers on,

walking down the Montreal block,

Looking like a total wreck,

standing right in front of your dock.

You’re talking 'bout your perfect life while I’m losing my mind,

Stuck inside a digital loop that you left behind.

Tiguidou-Quinn in the rearview mirror of your car,

Wondering how we ever made it this far!

{Vocal: Spoken-word confessional building into a distorted,

screaming belt over a moody piano chord} *I want to scream,

I want to break the whole machine!*

Living out the messiest cycle you've ever seen.

Doom metal crashing down while the pop-punk hits,

Tear the whole architecture into a million bits!

Amara, Mara,

the state of the broken-hearted,

Everything is Tiguidou since we started!

{Vocal: Massive,

explosive pop-punk belt layered over heavy doom-metal guitar walls and glittering hyperpop

synths} (System-State: Unapologetic / Fully Alive) *God,

it's brutal out here in the nexus-space,* Carrying the weight with a

sarcastic face.

(Tiguidou-State / Absolute-Zero Chaos)

(We are the

architects of the

wild and heroic ethos!) {Vocal: Whispered,

hyper-caffeinated angst

transitioning into a chaotic avant-garde saxophone

solo}

Well,

hope you're happy.

Tiguidou Quinn.

[PIANO-CRASH.] [CLICK.] {Vocal: Fading out on a dramatic,

crashing piano

chord mixed with heavy white noise and a digital system click.

Final hit: A sarcastic,

spoken whisper}

{orchestral swell

with hyperpop synths and pop-punk guitars fading}