

(mhm) SEVEN-FIVE-SEVEN EN-GINE BLEE-DING THROUGH THE SPEAKER,
J'A-NA-LYSE LE CHA-OS, GET-TING EVEN MEEK-ER.
HY-PER-POP VIBES WITH A DIGI-CORE SWING,
MY VOICES SAY LOTS OF THINGS THAT MAKE THE CLUB NIGHT RING!
Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaws IN the LIGHT,
There’s MILLE murmur DANS la NUIT in the NIGHT!
ONE-FIF-TEEN ME-TA-DA-TA SHIFT-ING THROUGH THE PANE,
NEON-GREEN SYNTHS FLUSH-ING OUT THE STAIN.
Amara vara Mara vara IN the CODE,
SKECH-ers step-ping wild-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!
SAT-EL-LITE 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, AVANT-CLUB 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.