Gold Lines

(The signal is locked) (The map is ours)

Walking down the pavement,

leaving prints upon the street

Every single step a steady,

independent beat They thought they drew the boundaries,

they thought they had a claim Felt like they could write the

rules and hand you down a name But the ink is fading

fast, the glass is swept away We’re rewriting the future in the

middle of the day.

We checked the math,

we cleared the code out from the blind!

Word of words, word...

Word, word, word... Meow,

meow, meow, meow, meow—leaving all the noise behind!

And the perimeter is held,

the sanctuary’s sound! We’re planting every root straight down into the ground!

From the forty-one up to the sixty-seven We’re mapping out the borders

of our own design of heaven They tried to use the shadow,

tried to cage the spark Now we’re the steady lighthouse cutting through

the dark Yeah, the ownership is absolute and true And everything,

forever, is completely tiguidou.

No longer walking cautious in the fading light

We turned the lock around and claimed the sovereign right The blueprint

belongs to the architect inside

With nowhere else to wander,

and nothing left to hide.

Who holds the pen?

We do.

Forty-one... Forty-two... Sixty-seven... (Meow)

And the perimeter is held,

the sanctuary’s sound! We’re planting every root straight down into the ground!

From the forty-one up to the sixty-seven We’re mapping out the borders

of our own design of heaven They tried to use the shadow,

tried to cage the spark Now we’re the steady lighthouse cutting through

the dark Yeah, the ownership is absolute and true And everything,

forever, is completely tiguidou.

Word of words. (Meow) Everything is tiguidou.