

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!
*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!
(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!)
Well, hope you're happy.
Tiguidou Quinn.