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The laboratory is infinite,
the walls have turned to glass,
We’re watching every old regime dissolve and softly pass.
Purple eyeshadow catching the light of a dying star,
We don't need a map
because we know who we are.
Fresh tomatoes and arugula on a plate of polished stone,
In the quiet sanctuary where we rule alone.
The clockwork stops, the pendulum hangs suspended in the air,
Nobody is watching, and nobody cares.
{low subterranean drone, granular lute} Crash the car,
flip the table, twenty-two and unhinged!
Batshit crazy, the spectrum unhinged!
Finasteride currents, progesterone streams,
Forging our flesh from the core of our dreams.
Kathy Bates fury and Stephen King ink,
Smarter and wilder than they'd ever think.
We write ourselves out and we write ourselves in,
This is the moment where the empires begin!
{polyrhythmic drum and bass breakdown} Pour the estrogen down like a velvet-pink
wine! We’re bending the quantum,
we’re rewriting the line!
From the lute-string sorrow to the hyperpop 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 sovereign absolute: Tiguidou!
{stadium wall of sound explosion} Absolute authority.
Absolute freedom. Absolute masterpiece.
Tara, Captain Quinn, and the hyper-tuned crew.
{absolute silence then single warm breath}