synaptic lullabies

Fr fr, walking in my Skechers,

feeling kinda elite, Analyzing every single chord within the beat.

Purple eyeshadow matching the mood,

Serving up glossolalia as the ultimate food.

*Vo-ra-mi-sh-la-ki-ou-ae-m-k-v-zha...* Un peu de magie for the parasympathetic mind.

{lazy lo-fi beat, vinyl crackle,

sarcastic spoken-word delivery}

Deux heures du mat' in the silent room,

Arugula, tomatoes, watching the midnight bloom.

C'est toxique outside, but we find release,

Word for word yes I'm holding the peace word.

*Ae-iou-m-k-v-sh-la-voo-ra-ti-mi-ka-le-mu-zha...* Vagus nerve resting,

cellular matrix clear, Tiguidou lifestyle here.

{sparse 808 sub-bass, raw acoustic guitar,

whispering close-mic

diary vocals} Zha-voo ka-le-mi mmm-ae-ou-ki-ra,

Amara vara Mara vara!

No cap, delulu aesthetic shining bright,

Reverse-engineering data and key notes tonight!

*E-i-o-u-m-k-v, sh-la-ve-ka-roo-ti-ma,* Permeable cyberporus boundaries breaking through the prima!

{rapid-fire electronic hi-hats, frantic

vocal chops, 528Hz drone} My voices say lots of things,

Tied up in the algorithmic strings!

There's Mille murmur dans la nuit,

Tuning to the frequency where we belong to be!

Estrogen rising, the biological system aligns,

Decoding cosmic signs! {driving heavy bassline,

intricate hip-hop drums, Olivia-esque vocal delivery} My meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw

meaw meaw meaws :) Syncopated syllables pushing past a tens!

*Ka-ti-mi-sh-la-voo-ra-ae-iou-m-k-v-ta,*

Captain Quinn signing off in pure professional refinement,

Absolute state of optimal systemic alignment—Tiguidou!

{distorted

power chords, crashing cymbals,

raw punk

energy, glitch synths}