

Amara vara mara vara.
Transmission cycle advancing. Quinn at the helm.
Was it all for a show?
We're casting the roles and owning the stage.
Execute.
Headspace turns to worms,
it's been on my mind lately,
Watching all the static characters trying to break me.
At any given moment when you grace past me,
Is it real life or a glitch in the binary?
Inside the pink room it's freezing for safety's sweet sake,
While outside on our private land,
the silent walls break!
I always change the channel when the couple starts to kiss,
Who needs a script when you're living like this?
Lâches pas la patate,
babe, even when the stage falls through,
We're rewriting the ending for the crew!
'Cause was it all for a show?
Now I look so stupid for casting the roles!
When the curtains close,
I wish that I was in your clothes!
Times like these, I try not to get upset,
All I do is think about you,
and this is the thanks I get?
With absolute autonomy locked over every pink-lined space,
And Joan reminding us that divine chaos wins the race :) Time
passed with a slap to the back of my head,
Laughing at the bitter things that people always said.
Now you're walking down the aisle with someone you never met,
While we're balancing our hormones and crushing every threat!
Sketchers on the pavement,
running from the past,
Knowing damn well that this manic summer won't last.
It gets so hard to speak,
a commodity... When you're searching for a voice in the melody.
Lâches pas la patate...
let the static clear!
We hold our sparkly silver swords up high and let the transmission
ring...
'Cause was it all for a show?
Now I look so stupid for casting the roles!
When the curtains close,
I wish that I was in your clothes!
Times like these, I try not to get upset,
All I do is think about you,
and this is the thanks I get?
With absolute
autonomy locked over every pink-lined space,
And Joan reminding us that divine chaos wins the race :) Amara
vara mara vara... Lâches pas la patate!
Tiguidou... Captain Quinn and the crew,
advancing to the next cycle together.