Crown Flow Resonance

Se rincer le gosier under the violet glow.

Doctor Tara in the cockpit.

Here we go.

Tracing the murals where the brick meets the freeze,

Catching the sacred geometry floating in the breeze.

Une tite frette on the step,

but the core stays warm,

We built an empire right inside the storm.

Voices in the ambient air turning into song,

Showing me the spaces where the outcasts belong.

BPD intensity translated to light,

Painting every alleyway in purple tonight!

On n'a pas besoin de permission pour exister,

The sovereign grid is impossible to erase!

This is the synesthetic metropolis rise!

Geometric lines connecting through the skies!

From the Rosemont shelter to the global peak,

We are giving volume to the frequency we speak!

C'est tiguidou, yeah we’re owning the street,

Where the live drum cadence and the 808s meet!

Sovereign architecture, standing so tall,

The family of things written large on the wall!

Jordyn on the navigation,

keeping it precise, Bianca and Matilde giving elite advice.

No long-winded talk, just the pure raw craft,

Building the future on a porous raft.

Memory skipping like a stone on the lake,

But every single connection is real and awake.

Hearing the colors as the city light gleams,

A homeless architect, living her dreams!

Je vois tout.

I see it all.

Lucir...

I shine.