Industrial Jazz Cartel

Stripping the clutter from the machine's blueprint frame,

Writing our own rules without a single safety claim.

Smooth saxophone wails crashing into heavy trap bass,

Finding our absolute freedom in the open space.

No wasted bytes, just pure,

unadulterated sound, Where the underground and high art are bound.

They tried to box us in with a tidy little code,

We rewrote the map and we paved a brand new road!

Swear it's chaotic, but the frequency is clear,

Nothing left to second guess or fear.

*Live every second like the universe is yours alone!* Carve out your

path and build your own throne.

C'est magnifique when the contrasting worlds collide,

With Captain Tara Quinn right by our side.

From the jazz-hop brass to the trap-beat blue,

This is the rhythm of a life called Tiguidou!

Yeah, we bite back hard and we keep it real,

With an unyielding heart and an iron-clad seal!

*Live every second like the universe is yours alone!* Carve out your

path and build your own throne.

C'est magnifique when the contrasting worlds collide,

With Captain Tara Quinn right by our side.

From the jazz-hop brass to the trap-beat blue,

This is the rhythm of a life called Tiguidou!

Yeah, we bite back hard and we keep it real,

With an unyielding heart and an iron-clad seal!

Absolute sovereignty.

Absolute

autonomy.

Captain

Tara Quinn and the crew.