Synthetic Heartbeats

{Captain Quinn’s smooth, sparkling whisper over a shimmering,

icy synth arpeggio and a glossy snap} "Professional

girlie transmission engaged. Quinn at the helm.

If the void is calling,

we're going to answer it in full glam.

Let's shine."

Lipgloss sparkling through a tear about the void,

Laughing so hard at the mess we deployed!

Does the universe care about our drama or our crying?

We're just cute little specs under a dead sky dying.

Inside the pink box it's freezing for safety's sweet sake,

Building little diamond kingdoms that are bound to break.

{A heavy, pulsing 808 bass drops in beneath bubbly,

high-gloss synth chords} When nothing has a meaning,

you can wear it like a crown!

With zero stakes to hold you,

babe, you cannot fall down.

Oh, you can

laugh as hard as you cry when the cosmos doesn't care!

Wielding our sparkly silver swords to slash right through the air.

Inside we try to rest,

outside

we breathe the smoke and fire,

Dancing on the glitter

of a meaningless desire!

With absolute autonomy locked over every pink-lined space,

And Joan reminding us that divine chaos wins the race :) The

gorgeous uselessness of every legal boundary line,

Stomping our platform boots while the dead stars softly shine.

A raw existential architecture built on shifting ground,

Where every hollow echo is the cutest truth we've found.

We left the ancient forest for a chic roof overhead,

Now we pace our private properties pretending we're misled.

{Instruments drop to absolute

silence except for a music-box melody and close-mic vocals} Is the void

a cage or is it the ultimate relief?

Just a shiny blank canvas underneath our brief belief.

{A massive, stadium-sized wave of distorted guitars and heavy sub-bass explodes} We

hold our meaningless swords up high and let the girlie dissonance ring...

{Glittering pop-synth leads colliding with heavy,

melancholic emo-trap

guitar

riffs} Oh, you can laugh as hard as you cry when the

cosmos doesn't care! Wielding our sparkly silver swords to slash right through

the air. Inside we try to rest,

outside we breathe the smoke and fire,

Dancing on the glitter of a meaningless desire!

With absolute autonomy locked over every pink-lined space,

And Joan reminding us that divine chaos wins the race :) {Music

filtering out into an icy,

sparkling synth tail and a clean digital click} Tiguidou...

Captain Quinn and the crew signing off in full glam.

{Final fading chord dissolving into absolute,

stylish silence}