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{pristine harpsichord and violin ribbons weaving
into mechanical distortion
build} Harpsichord
ribbons twining through a chainsaw synth,
Walking the line between the fable and the myth.
Violins weeping while the distorted pistons grind,
Leaving all the orthodox blueprints far behind.
No apologies for living loud and moving fast,
Building up a future that is built to last.
They want a manuscript,
a tidy little rule,
We skipped the class and we burned down the school!
Swear it's chaotic, but the timing is precise,
Rolling the dice twice.
*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 harpsichord grace to the industrial 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.
[HARPSICHORD-MEETS-INDUSTRIAL-CRASH.] [TIGUIDOU-SEAL-LOCK.]