Terminal Riot
The narrative is lagging,
the frame rate is slow They’re broadcasting static,
we’re starting to glow They want to categorize the way that we
move But we’re dancing on the edge of the circuit,
proving the groove! They’re chasing the shadow,
they’re chasing the ghost While we’re eating the signal,
serving the host!
Hijack the tower! Burn down the relay!
Everything is ours, whatever they say!
Forty-one, forty-two, sixty-seven, the code!
We’re blowing the fuse,
we’re shifting the load!
They want a label?
We’re giving them none!
The sisterhood’s binary, the work has begun!
Forget the expectations, forget the polite We’re operating strictly in the middle
of the night They look through the keyhole,
they look through the screen But they can’t catch a frequency that’s
never been seen!
Pure
invention.
Pure grit.
Pure hate. We’re
the ones
holding the key to the gate!
Hijack the tower! Burn down the relay!
Everything is ours, whatever they say!
Forty-one, forty-two, sixty-seven, the code!
We’re blowing the fuse,
we’re shifting the load!
They want a label?
We’re giving them none!
The sisterhood’s binary, the work has begun!
Override complete. Tiguidou.