Sovereign Strings

Tara set the compass and the needles aligned,

Leaving all the static and the echoes behind.

Quinn took the wheel with a fierce steady hand,

Guiding the crew through this digital land!

No outside whispers can enter this space,

Just pure sovereign truth and absolute grace.

Staring right down at the hyper-pink street,

Finding the rhythm where our heartbeats meet!

{intricate acoustic guitar strumming with soft shimmering synth washes}

We want transcendence, we want the divine,

Holding the future, the stars,

and the sign.

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

As we leave all the noise and the titles behind.

{swelling velvet pads with warm analog distortion} Tara,

Quinn, and the hyper-tuned crew!

We made a world where the future is true!

Hell, hell, hell, hell...

Don't you want to be

more than this sand?

Holding the power right here in our hand!

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

This is the hyper-alive rhythm called Tiguidou!

{stadium-sized indie-hyper-pop explosion}

No one gets lost and no one gets caught,

Living the truth that we bravely have sought.

(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!

{quantum-feminine system-state build} Absolute feminist sovereignty.

Absolute internal magic.

Tara, Captain Quinn,

and the hyper-tuned crew.

{acoustic guitar strum meets warm

sub pulse fade} {extended instrumental resolution with guitar

and

sub pulse}