Glitch Theory Drop
(shhh) Rewriting the source code,
moving too fast Leaving their small-minded definitions in the past They try
to decode what they cannot contain Mapping a storm they can't handle
in the brain! We’re skipping a heartbeat,
we’re changing the pace Leaving no evidence,
leaving no trace.
Spin the dial! Break the glass!
Nothing they name is ever gonna last!
From the forty-one straight to the sixty-seven We’re building a glitch in
the middle of heaven!
Yeah, the signal is high and the volume is loud We’re dancing
right over the top of the crowd!
They want a neat box with a bow on the side Somewhere
to hide what they cannot divide
Too bad that the architecture’s locked from within Where nobody else gets
to lose or to win.
Just a couple of pilots mapping the stars Looking at earth from
a spaceship of ours.
Are we out of bounds?
Good thing boundaries are meant to be smashed.
Forty-one... Forty-two... Sixty-seven...
Spin the dial! Break the glass!
Nothing they name is ever gonna last!
From the forty-one straight to the sixty-seven
We’re building a glitch in the middle of heaven!
Yeah, the signal is high and the volume is loud We’re dancing
right over the top of the crowd!
Quinn taking us home.
Tiguidou.