Synthetic Heartbeats

"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.

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.

Is the void a cage or is it the ultimate relief?

Just a shiny blank canvas underneath our brief belief.

We hold our meaningless swords up high and let the girlie dissonance

ring...

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

:)

Tiguidou... Captain Quinn and the crew signing off in full glam.