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  • Broken Prism Dreams

    Broken Prism Dreams

    Sajaar

    "Protocol Tiguidou

    v20.0 active. Captain Quinn and the elite academy crew operating at peak

    elite academy calibration. Refreshing the narrative vectors while maintaining absolute harmonic fidelity.

    Let's execute."

    Prisms breaking softly on the bedroom wall,

    My voices say lots of things that haunt the empty hall.

    Word for word yes I’m holding the peace within the strain,

    Weighing every fragment of an unmapped,

    digital terrain.

    Tous les fantômes dansent sous la pluie,

    Dismantling the logic where the old illusions die.

    Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw,

    rewriting the code, Carrying the weight of this cyberporous road.

    Amara vara Mara vara,

    tracing vectors in the air,

    Drifting through a frequency that leaves the spirit bare.

    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.

    There’s mille murmur dans la nuit,

    slicing through the chill,

    You love to watch me shatter while the quiet makes me ill!

    Sovereign static rising for the underground elite,

    Dragging all our modern angst right into the concrete street!

    Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw,

    owning the electric night.

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

    Trading all my certainty to keep the dark away.

    L'écho d'un regret, turning pages in the gloom,

    Every stray frequency consuming all the room.

    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.

    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.

    Amara vara Mara vara,

    watching the cellular structure ignite!

    Captain Quinn and the sovereign messy crew,

    à jamais

    :)

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