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  • Static Hearts

    Static Hearts

    Ghost in the pink

    "Amara vara mara vara.

    Transmission cycle advancing. Quinn at the helm.

    Crew approved, advancing.

    Lead us, Quinn. Tiguidou.

    Execute."

    Under pressure, I don't got control of my aggression,

    Under the influence, I'm 'bout to make a bad impression.

    It's weird, I don't know if I'm so numb I don't care,

    Saying screw it, I'm fine,

    while staring at empty air.

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

    While outside on our private land,

    the silent walls break!

    I hate that I hate me,

    I love that I hate me,

    I hate that I love me,

    I love that I love me!

    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 :) No

    sleep, I'ma party through the weekend,

    Kerosene, black smoke, I'm breathin' and still fiendin'.

    Sketchers on the pavement,

    running from the past,

    Knowing damn well that this manic summer won't last.

    And all of the trauma I'm tryin' to bury probably made me

    who I am,

    Holding my ground like a true captain's jam!

    I hate that I hate hating me,

    I hate that I hate loving me...

    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.

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