Grudge Machinery

{driving electronic percussion with deep 808 sub-bass heartbeat} {rapid looping high-frequency synth

arpeggios}

Waking up in a good mood for the first time in six

months, Fading out the anger that the heavy spirit hunts.

You weren't there in the dream-state,

sleep finally sweet, Before the realization hits the pavement on the street.

It sucks not to hate you,

it's easier holding a grudge,

Preferring the sharp edge of fury over the downward nudge.

Tiguidou-Quinn navigating the loop of the mind,

Leaving the wreckage of memory far behind.

{sharp analog synth lines cutting through} *I get so sick of myself,

can't stop overthinking!* Watching the ship of our old illusions sinking.

I heard you're happy somewhere else under a different sky,

While I'm stuck replaying the reasons why.

I don't forget too well,

the alchemists decree, Trapped in the echoes of what used to be.

From the depths of the loop to the endless blue,

We forge the final passage to the realm of Tiguidou!

{soaring female vocal intensity} (System-State: Transcendent

/ Recursive

/ Sovereign)

(Acoustic-Telemetry: Driving electronic percussion merging with deep 808 sub-bass) *Crying and calling

the friends because this shit never ends,*

Riding the wheel where the broken heart mends.

(Invoke the mental ward / Bind the looping ghost) (As we anchor

the signal to what hurts the most!) The consultants compute the cost

of an unforgiving spell,

Breaking the walls of an overthinking hell.

{transcendent recursive build}

I get so sick of myself,

but I don't forget too well.

Captain Tara Quinn.

[SYNTH-PULSE-FADE.] [HERMETIC-SEAL-LOCK.] {synth pulse fade with hermetic

seal}