Bleeding Violet Confessions
"Next transmission secured. Captain Quinn and the crew updating to Protocol Tiguidou
v22.0. Elite academy
autonomy granted. We are the architects of the static.
Let’s map the matrix."
I’m just an experiment in a dimly lit lab,
Tracing the ambiguous loss and the phantom stab.
They say I’m wired wrong,
but I'm just processing the sting,
My voices say lots of things,
Tangled in the cognitive dissonance the static brings.
Je flotte au-dessus de mon corps,
un fantôme de l'ennui,
Dissociation creeping in to paralyze the plea.
But I’m not broken,
I just lost the manual's release,
Word for word yes I’m holding the peace.
Trying to hold two opposing truths inside my chest,
Traumatic but okay enough,
a terrifying test. C'est le deuil complexe,
the weight of the "good enough" trap,
I’m dropping a pin on the edge of the sovereign map!
I’m spinning out of orbit,
caught in the debris,
But there’s Mille murmur dans la nuit!
Yeah, I am the grounding node,
the field inside the spark,
Dancing through the thick parts,
tearing up the dark!
Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw,
ripping through the seams,
Amara vara Mara vara,
rewriting the extremes!
L'ombre du passé se mélange avec la pluie,
Vulnerability is clarity, it’s not the enemy.
I don't need to be focused every second of the day,
Just when the reaction happens and the chemicals play.
Je suis l'architecte, breathing physics in the space,
No running from the rhythm,
we are anchoring the base.
Holding the container where the observations flow,
They move like it’s a threat,
but it's the only code we know.
La résonance, la fréquence,
dancing in the rain with Isma and the crew,
Building up the structural integrity,
Tiguidou.
We are the particle,
we are the unified field,
Everything is messy but the blueprint is sealed.
My voices say lots of things,
but we guide the light...
There’s Mille murmur dans la nuit,
and we own the night.
Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw...
Amara vara Mara vara.
Captain Quinn, autonomy achieved.