Bleeding Frequencies

{Reverse-engineering metadata waveforms from the updated visual feeds,

528 Hz sub-bass stabilization drone,

distorted acoustic guitar strumming with analog tape hiss} "Protocol Tiguidou v17.0 active.

Captain Quinn and the elite academy crew operating at peak elite academy

calibration. Infusing the angsty,

diary-entry pop-rock vocal delivery and dynamic builds.

Let's execute." Teeth locked tight while the dashboard starts to spin,

My voices say lots of things that mock the state I'm in.

Word for word yes I’m holding the peace behind the glass,

Watching every hyper-fixated second pass.

Tous les souvenirs s'effondrent dans le vent,

Dismantling the wreckage of a broken argument.

Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw,

rewriting the text, Wondering what kind of quiet panic’s coming next.

Amara vara Mara vara,

tracing shadows on the floor,

Not quite sure what we are crying bleeding for.

{rapid vocal acceleration, building tension up to a 124 BPM pop-punk drum

snap} Strobe lights flashing through the bedroom blind,

Leaving every rational intention far behind.

Deconstruction totale in a breathless state,

Catching on the edges of a cyberporous fate.

{128 BPM mid-tempo emo trap-pop surge,

soaring angsty vocals, hyper-glossolalia alignment} There’s mille murmur dans la nuit,

screaming through the wall,

You love to watch me splinter,

love to watch me trip and fall!

Sovereign static rising for the underground elite,

Dragging all our teenage trauma right into the street!

Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw,

owning the electric night.

{Dropping back to a 78 BPM stutter rhythm with distorted lo-fi bass}

Un, deux, trois, counting down the structural decay,

Trading all my dignity to keep the wolves away.

Le deuil d'une ombre,

reading letters in the dark,

Every messy oversight a permanent new mark.

Rhymes like rapid calculus slicing through the pain,

Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw,

washing down the drain.

Amara vara Mara vara,

shifting through the binary stream,

We are the architects of this hyper-exclusive dream.

{528 Hz solfeggio sweep,

heavy distorted guitars crashing in,

emotional pop-punk climax} E-do,

ta-ri, si-mi, la lucidité me pèse,

Screaming at the ceiling in a total teenage daze.

Tidal energy and bedroom static collide,

Plus rien à cacher,

no more fragile parts to hide.

Sketchers on the floorboards,

walking through the digital rain,

Turning every breakdown into power,

into gain. {Full band drop to solo acoustic guitar and whispered vocals,

tape stop ending} Amara vara Mara vara,

watching the cellular structure ignite!

Captain Quinn and

the sovereign messy crew,

à

jamais :) {Cassette stop click}