Bad Idea Mechanism

{frantic stuttering synth arpeggios

building tension} {driving hyper-pop percussion enters}

Months of silence shattered when the new address is sent,

Throwing all the careful plans and morals down the vent.

Standing with the friends while the brain goes completely blank,

Watching all the sensible resolutions sink and tank.

"I only see him as a friend," the biggest lie we've told,

Tripping straight into the bed where ancient stories unfold.

Tiguidou-Quinn navigating the midnight crime,

Saying "fuck it, it's fine" for the hundredth time.

*Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea,

right?!* Fuck it, it's fine as we step into the night.

The brain goes blank,

the thoughts turn into *blah,

blah, blah*, Ignoring every warning that we ever saw!

Yes, I know that he's my ex,

but can't two people reconnect?

Tripping and falling right into the wreck!

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

We forge the final passage to the realm of Tiguidou!

{chaotic synth stabs

and sub gravity swell} {hyper-pop drums

intensify}

(System-State: Transcendent / Reckless / Sovereign) (Acoustic-Telemetry: Driving punk-rock drums merging with

a massive 808 sub-bass drop and chaotic synth stabs) *Smiling at the

door, haven't seen a hotter man since when?* Throwing out the rulebook

and doing it again.

(Invoke the midnight thrill / Bind the sliding bed) (As the static

takes over the running head!) The consultants compute the cost of a

terrible plan, Handing the keys right back to the man.

The biggest lie I ever said.

I just tripped and fell into his bed.

Captain Tara Quinn. [DISTORTED-GUITAR-CRASH.] [HERMETIC-SEAL-LOCK.] {crushing final impact} {hermetic seal lock with

final sub

rumble} {absolute

swagger

resolution}