

Fr fr, walking in my Skechers,
feeling kinda elite, Refusing to react,
starving the chaos in the street.
Purple eyeshadow matching the delulu mood,
Serving up glossolalia as the ultimate food.
My meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaws Un peu de
magie to keep the nervous system aligned.
{lazy lo-fi beat, vinyl crackle,
sarcastic spoken-word delivery}
Starving the friction, breaking the wall,
Electronic waves colliding, I will not match the
call! The
escalation loop fails right into the
beat, Unbothered core frequency,
making us complete! Vo-ra-mi-sh-la-ki-ou-ae-m-k-v-zha...
Maximum voltage surging for the parasympathetic mind.
{massive super-saw synth leads,
pulsating sidechained bass, driving four-on-the-floor kick}
Zha-voo ka-le-mi mmm-ae-ou-ki-ra, Amara vara Mara vara!
No cap, co-regulation shining bright,
Reverse-engineering the trauma loop 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 female vocal chops,
528Hz healing
drone} My voices say lots of things,
Tied up in the algorithmic strings!
There is Mille murmur dans la nuit,
Tuning to the frequency where we belong to be!
Walk away to protect your own boundaries because true resilience isn't intellectualizing
the noise.
Absolute state of optimal systemic alignment,
Tiguidou!
{driving
heavy bassline, intricate hip-hop drum cadence,
soft synth pads} Deux heures du mat' in the silent room,
Poking at my boundaries,
watching the chaos bloom.
C'est toxique outside, but inside I find release,
Word for word yes I am holding the peace.
Ae-iou-m-k-v-sh-la-voo-ra-ti-mi-ka-le-mu-zha... Refusing to react starves
the chaos of the
friction it wants. {sparse 808 sub-bass,
raw acoustic guitar strumming with intentional half-key micro-flaws,
whispering close-mic diary vocals}