Emberstride

I tried

so hard, I played

so well, I did a good job,

I'll see you in hell!

Hell, hell, hell, hell...

I'm not mad, I'm not even disappointed at all,

At the end of the day,

I wanted this breakthrough wall!

Yeah, I jam in my static grey depression every night,

But I'll bet that I meant what I said in the light.

I'm so sick of all this stupid fucking bullshit trade,

I can't even get it up to wish you dead in the

shade!

I'm so tired of my nuance and compassion in this fray,

I was pretty, I was nice,

I didn't act like that today.

Cause I don't wanna act like that,

I try not to act like that,

Why would you want me if I acted like that?

I tried so hard,

I played so well,

I studied hard, I'll see you in hell!

Hell, hell, hell, hell...

God, there's gotta be something better to find,

I've gotta get my shit together and leave it behind!

I want transcendence, I want the divine,

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

This is the hyper-alive rhythm called Tiguidou!

Don't you want to be more than this shifting sand?

Don't you have anything real to give with your hand?

(Un, deux, trois, quatre — feel the cellular temperature rise!) No offense,

but you have nothing to offer these 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 Penelope Scott poetry.

Captain Tara Quinn and the hyper-tuned crew.