Iced Engine

{ice-crisp micro-percussion and mint-arp sequences building} Dropping the board on the pavement

and pushing it straight ahead,

Writing our own rules instead of the paths they said.

Wheels humming low over concrete,

catching the morning light,

Cruising right through the shadows and turning them neon bright!

Anointing the pulse points with lavender,

silver, and gold, Writing a story that never has need to be

told. Not a single doubt left lingering in the air,

Swear is magic but the frequency is there!

They want a quiet whisper,

a narrow, gray decree,

We unlocked the voltage and we set the future free!

Feel the endocrine rhythm shifting the temperature high,

Painting the velvet ceiling across an electric pink sky!

Live every second like the universe is yours alone!

Carve out your path and build your own radiant throne.

C'est magnifique as the ultra-sensory colors unfold,

Spilling the liquid shimmer over sparkling threads of gold!

From the bubblegum pink to the deepest electric-soft blue,

This is the hyper-alive rhythm of a life called Tiguidou!

Yeah, we feel every second,

we keep it hyper and real,

With a radiating pulse and a satin-soft sovereign seal!

Never apologize for taking up space,

Moving through the cosmos with absolute,

effortless grace. (Un, deux,

trois, quatre — feel the cellular temperature rise!)

Looking right into the future with stardust inside of our eyes!

(Cinq, six, sept, huit — every nerve ending sparkling bright!) We are

the architects bathing the world in a hyper-pink light!

Absolute feminist sovereignty.

Absolute rolling magic.

Captain Tara Quinn

and the hyper-tuned crew.

{crystal-chime-sweep meets warm sub-pulse,

tiguidou seal lock}