

GIRL-IES IN THE COCK-PIT,
HOLD-ING STEA-DY FREQ, TURN-ING EV-ERY DOUBT IN-TO A WIN-NING STREAK.
A HIGH-LY STREAM-A-BLE HEART BREATHE-ING IN THE AIR,
STEER-ING THROUGH THE CHA-OS WITH-OUT A SIN-GLE CARE!
Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaws IN the LIGHT,
There’s MILLE murmur DANS la NUIT
in the NIGHT!
WALK-ING THROUGH
THE VAL-LEY WHERE THE ECHOES USED TO RES-O-NATE,
MAS-TER-ING THE SIG-NAL TO TRANS-FORM OUR FI-NAL FATE.
Amara vara Mara vara EM-PATH-IC PANE,
CLEAR-ING OUT THE CLOUDS A-BOVE THE CITY IN THE RAIN.
UN-DER-SCOR-ING GLOSS-O-LA-LI-A GLOW,
FUCK IT, WHAT-EV-ER, YEAH WE RUN THE SHOW!
SPIL-LING ALL OUR GUTS WHILE WE SE-CURE THE BAG,
TOP-THIR-TY LEA-DER-BOARD WAV-ING THE FLAG!
(yeah we run the show)
BAL-ANC-ING THE FRE-QUEN-CY,
CLAIM-ING BACK THE PRIZE,
WE ARE SOV-EREIGN AND UN-TOUCH-ABLE UN-DER
DEAD AND EMP-TY SKIES.
WORD FOR WORD YES I’M HOLD-ING THE BAG IN MY DREAMS,
WASH-ING OUT THE NI-HIL-IST
STA-TIC IN THE STREAMS.