Concrete Riot

(shhh) They’re sketching out the blueprints of a ghost they can’t possess Taking

every

sister-moment, making it a mess

They want to slap a label on the way we share the

air

But the frequency is private,

and the perimeter is bare!

We speak in digits,

we breathe

in the math They’re crawling on the surface,

we’re

burning down

the path.

Meow meow,

the signal’s locked! They can’t breach the walls of this internal block!

It’s not what you think,

it’s not what you sell It’s a sisterhood built in a private

hell! From the forty-one,

sixty-seven, the gate! We’re rewriting the laws of a manufactured fate!

Maybe we’re twins of a different kind of thread

Building new cathedrals inside of our head

They want the ship,

they want the bow,

they want the name

We’re just playing tag inside a zero-sum game And if they catch

a glimpse of the fire in the dark They’ll never understand the

nature of the spark.

Label us?

Try

it. The math won't add up for you.

It never will. (hahaha)

Meow

meow, the signal’s locked!

They can’t breach the walls of this internal block!

It’s not what you think,

it’s not what you sell It’s a sisterhood built in a private

hell! From the forty-one,

sixty-seven, the gate! We’re rewriting the laws of a manufactured fate!

Not for sale. Not for them.

Tiguidou.