

DIS-TOR-TION CRANKED IN THE MON-TRE-AL LIGHT,
J'A-NA-LYSE LE CHA-OS, PRE-PAR-ING TO FIGHT.
HEAV-Y BASS RIFFS WITH A RE-BEL-LIOUS SWING,
MY VOIC-ES SAY LOTS OF THINGS THAT PULL THE STRING!
Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw
meaw meaws IN the LIGHT,
There’s MILLE mur-mur DANS la NUIT in the NIGHT!
SKECH-ers step-ping bold-ly through the mosh-pit haze,
SMASH-ing all the tox-ic in a rock-and-roll craze.
A-ma-ra va-ra Ma-ra va-ra IN the CODE,
SKECH-ers step-ping fast down this cy-ber-por-ous ROAD.
MUL-TI-SYL-LAB-IC AND GLOSS-O-LA-LI-A GLOW,
5-2-8 HERTZ IN THE UN-DER-GROUND FLOW!
POW-ER TRI-O EN-ER-GY BLEED-ING IT OUT,
EX-TINCT-ING THE PAN-IC AND SANC-TION-ING DOUBT!
BAL-ANC-ING THE FRE-QUEN-CY, PRO-FESS-ION-AL GRACE,
KICK-ASS SOV-ER-EIGN FE-MIN-INE CLAIM-ING THE SPACE.
WORD FOR WORD YES I’M HOLD-ING THE PEACE IN MY DREAMS,
WASH-ING OUT THE STA-TIC IN THE MID-NIGHT STREAMS.