

BRASS HORNS RE-VERB-ING THROUGH THE GLOBAL SCREEN,
J'A-NA-LYSE LE CHA-OS, SHIN-ING LIKE A QUEEN.
SWING-ING RE-QUIN-TOS WITH A STREET-SMART SWING,
MY VOICES SAY LOTS OF THINGS THAT MAKE THE STADIUM RING!
Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaws IN the LIGHT,
There’s MILLE murmur DANS la NUIT in the NIGHT!
UR-BAN ME-TA-DA-TA SHIFT-ING THROUGH THE PANE,
TU-BA BASS-LINES FLUSH-ING OUT THE STAIN.
Amara vara Mara vara IN the CODE,
SKECH-ers step-ping bold-ly 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!
CROSS-O-VER AN-THEMS 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,
BOLD 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.