scribbled seconds

Respirer. Just a Ghost in the Pink,

mapping out the frequency.

Yeah.

Got the STAM-in-a GROW-ing,

past the CAM-er-a GLOW-ing Keep the LAM-in-ar FLOW-ing,

watch the static start slowing Linge rangé,

lit fait, standing in the IN-TER-SEC-TION Vider la poubelle,

yeah, passing the IN-SPEC-TION Balai-moppe on the floor,

looking for a DI-REC-TION

Hôpital Notre-Dame, 8 AM on the dot Pushing through the heavy fog,

giving everything I got.

It’s a GHOST-ly im-PRESS-ion Like a LONE-ly ob-SESS-ion But I hold my

pro-FESS-ion

Cutting chords in the quiet,

stepping out of the tension Like a turtle on the pavement,

carrying my own shell Walking out of the static just to navigate

the hell.

They say the nervous system holds the autoimmune But I am waking

up inside a different kind of room 100% Tiguidou,

yeah, I'm healing up the frame Fifty minutes on the timer,

learning how to play the game

It’s the Laminar Flow,

watch the static disappear I’m the Sovereign Architect,

and I am standing here.

(Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaws)

My voices say lots of things,

but I’m holding the PEACE Word for word,

cutting cords, waiting for the re-LEASE

Mille murmures dans la nuit,

shadows on the WALL Amara vara Mara vara,

ready for the FALL I don't need a savior,

I'm the one who matters most Singing to the timeline,

singing to the ghost From the clinic to the street,

crossing the divide Putting on the headphones,

going for a ride.

They say the nervous system holds the autoimmune But I am waking

up inside a different kind of room 100% Tiguidou,

yeah, I'm healing up the frame Fifty minutes on the timer,

learning how to play the game It’s the Laminar Flow,

watch the static disappear I’m the Sovereign

Architect, and I am standing here.

Et voilà. T'as fait

de ton mieux. Solfeggio alignment. I

remain. Lucir.