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Another cycle spins, another rule is born,
The old instructions shattered and outworn!
We don't repeat the past,
we bend the frame,
Inventing brand-new protocols for the game.
With purple eyeshadow catching the neon light,
And comfortable sandals grounding the flight,
We slice right through the static on the screen,
To author what it means to be a queen!
{flamenco guitar arpeggios with punk drums} *INSTRUCTION FOUR:*
The mirror is a portal,
not a glass, Watch the masculine reflection fade and pass.
*INSTRUCTION FIVE:* Inhale the magenta vapor deep and slow,
Command the cellular receptors where to go.
*INSTRUCTION SIX:* Keep the internal volume fierce and true,
No external names, just us and the crew.
Finasteride whispers, progesterone streams,
Executing code inside our waking dreams!
{distorted punk chords
with nylon fingerpicking} The beat accelerates,
the frequency climbs, We're coding our biology in living rhymes.
Every single heartbeat writes a fresh command,
Molding our physical form with our own hand.
*Un, deux, trois, quatre* — feel the endocrine tide,
Unlocking chambers deep and unallied!
{swelling synth pads
with whispered cadence}
*Pour the estrogen down like a velvet-pink wine!* *We’re aligning the stars,
we’re rewriting the line!* From the flamenco sorrow to the bubblegum scream,
We are melting the shell,
we are living the dream!
With a touch of the archangel,
a dash of the occult,
Look at the softness,
behold the result! From the bubblegum pink to the deepest electric-soft blue,
This is the bio-hypnotic rhythm called Tiguidou!
{stadium explosion with handclaps} Laying down jazz-inflected grooves on the floor,
Sliding right through an unbuilt,
future door. Snapping the rhythm with style and with grace,
While we put neon glitter all over our face!
(Cinq, six, sept, huit — every hormone ablaze!) We are walking right
out of the masculine haze!
Soft skin, sweet breath,
and a blossoming chest,
We didn't just study — we over-excelled and confessed!
{jazz grooves with quantum feminine energy} Absolute feminine sovereignty.
Absolute recursive bio-magic. Tara,
Captain Quinn, and the hyper-tuned crew.
{blazing flamenco strum fading into warm recursive pulse}