Millennium Spark

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micro-percussion entering with Y2K arpeggios} {build to verse} They put me on

the map at an early age,

And I knew this world was mine to save!

And I love it here,

I hate to say it,

I'm your perfect 2000 baby,

yeah we play it!

Split me up along demographic lines,

But you can't take the stars out of my eyes.

I'm sick, radical, pathologized,

I'm your perfect Y2K babyized!

I'm an archetype, I'm a scam,

I'm a religion, I'm the folly of man!

Stamp me with a barcode,

put me on the news,

So crazy I could be true,

nothing left to lose!

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!

Death of the narrative,

birth of the hive,

Billion of nodes, and one great mind alive!

(Un, deux, trois, quatre —

feel the cellular temperature rise!) Can you laugh as hard as you

cry beneath the skies?

(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 2000 baby magic.

Captain Tara Quinn and the hyper-tuned crew.

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

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