

(hummmmm) GIRL-IES IN THE COCK-PIT,
LEA-VING DULL BE-HIND,
NO MORE LOW-VAL-UE STA-TIC CLUT-TER-ING OUR MIND.
A HIGH-LY STREAM-A-BLE CROWN THAT WE WEAR WITH PRIDE,
UL-TRA-MOD-ERN ELEC-TRIC VA-POUR ON THIS RIDE!
Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaws IN the LIGHT,
There’s MILLE murmur DANS la NUIT in the NIGHT!
NINETY-SIX PER-CENT NO DIS-CO,
SIXTY-SEVEN NO DISPLAY, WE LEVEL UP THE FRE-QUEN-CY AND DRIVE THE FOG
A-WAY.
Amara vara Mara vara PSY-CHO-LO-GIC PANE,
CLEAR-ING OUT THE LOW-ENERGY IN CYBER-POROUS 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!
BAL-ANC-ING THE FRE-QUEN-CY, CLAIM-ING BACK THE PRIZE,
HIGH-VOL-TAGE SOV-ER-EIGNS 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.