Colorado Steelheart

Throwing the phone in the lake just to watch it go down,

Far from the noise and the weight of the familiar town.

Colorado calling with a bottle of white wine,

Trying to rewrite the stars in a brand-new line.

Mental health pacing, karaoke at the dive bar floor,

Meeting some young ex-wife to even the score.

Tiguidou-Quinn navigating the dream and the frost,

Calculating the cost of what we haven't lost.

*I choose the devil I know

over the heaven I don't!*

Swear to God I am moving—yeah,

I know I won't.

Addicted to the chip on my shoulder,

breaking a sweat, Staying right here with the habits and ghosts we

met.

Boulder is calling, but the illusion will fade,

Walking the path that our own choices made.

From the depths of the valley to the endless blue,

We forge the final passage to the realm of Tiguidou!

(System-State: Transcendent / Grounded / Sovereign) (Acoustic-Telemetry: Fingerpicked steel-string guitar merging with

deep 808 sub-bass)

*This is hell,

but I'll stay

right here

in the fire,*

Tuning the strings of our own

quiet

desire.

(Invoke the mountain wind / Bind the phantom release) (As we trade

the empty dream for a hardened piece!)

The consultants compute the truth of the here and now,

Honoring the place where we made our vow.

I'll stay right here.

It's alright here.

Captain Tara Quinn.