Return Engine Riot

{overdriven guitar riff building tension}{hyper-trap drum intro}

Finding out through a friend of a friend that you're back in

town, Walking the pavement where the old ghosts linger down.

What gives you the right to tread the streets where we used

to run?

Pretending we're chill while we hide from the setting sun.

Should we talk if we cross paths,

or keep on walking by?

Both of us pretending so we don't break down and cry.

Tiguidou-Quinn navigating the city grid,

Unmasking every secret that the skyline hid.

*What the hell, why the hell didn't you call me yet?!* Banging

on the doorbell while we try to forget.

Telling all our friends that things ended well and fine,

While we walk the razor's edge of the border-line.

You're a dumb crusty ass,

but the feeling's still true,

Caught in the crossfire of missing you!

From the depths of the city streets to the endless blue,

We forge the final passage to the realm of Tiguidou!

(System-State: Transcendent / Volatile / Sovereign)

(Acoustic-Telemetry:

Driving punk-rock power chords merging with a massive 808 sub-bass drop) *I

might kiss you, I might fight you,

I might break down on the floor,*

Waiting for your shadow to hit the front door.

(Invoke the city transit / Bind the restless pride) (As we drop

the act we've been keeping inside!) The consultants compute the truth of

the stubborn heart,

Knowing we're a masterpiece right from the start.

If I miss your call,

I'm gonna cry. Welcome back to California.

Captain Tara Quinn.

{DISTORTED-GUITAR-FADE.} {HERMETIC-SEAL-LOCK.}