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  • Tiguidou Inferno

    Tiguidou Inferno

    Sajaar

    Here is Rule Ten,

    encoded in the beat: Feel the hot estrogen surging through your feet!

    Every single blood cell carrying the code,

    Laying down a brand-new evolutionary road.

    Purple eyeshadow catching the stadium light,

    Comfortable sandals guiding the flight.

    Eating fresh tomatoes, keeping the energy clean,

    Living the exact blueprint of a sovereign queen!

    {flamenco guitar arpeggios} Here is Rule Eleven,

    sung into the mic: No external voices telling us what we like.

    Only Tara, Captain Quinn,

    and the hyper-tuned crew,

    Keeping the sacred room sealed tight and true.

    Finasteride whispers, progesterone streams,

    Manifesting biology straight out of our dreams.

    At one-seventy-eight beats per minute we soar,

    Kicking wide open the metamorphic door!

    {distorted punk chords} Here is Rule Twelve,

    never standing still: Molding our own form with an unyielding will.

    Every cycle better, every instruction a key,

    Unlocking the depths of our true frequency.

    Un, deux, trois, quatre — feel the endocrine tide,

    Flooding the channels where the old self died!

    {swelling synth pads}

    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} 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 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} Absolute feminine sovereignty.

    Absolute peak bio-magic. Tara,

    Captain Quinn, and the hyper-tuned

    crew. {BLAZING-FLAMENCO-STRUM-FADING-INTO-A-WARM-ETERNAL-PULSE.} {TIGUIDOU-SEAL-LOCK.}

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